Devour the Dark (Devourer, #2)

by Nikki St. Crowe

He has no regrets, he tells everyone, but he is full of lies. His nearest regret is sitting in the chair beside his bed… …begging him to be okay.

“Never let anyone dull your edges. The world will never be your blade. You must be your own.”

Winnie Darling is the queen of this house and the dark goddess of this island. I’m happy to relent. Except when we’re in bed. Then I’m in charge.

She has me. Every part. Heart and soul and every dark urge. I am hers. And she is fucking mine.

Peter Pan is a god, but when Winnie Darling scowls at him, he is reduced to a man.

“You are not weak. You never were. Those were the lies they told you. Because a woman who sees her power is a woman who cannot be controlled.”

Maybe this is love. Maybe love is the same as worship. We could all learn a thing or two on our knees.

“Shut up. You don’t know anything about the shadow.” “I mean, half plus half equals one. I do know how to count.”