Hunger in His Blood (Brides of the Kylorr, #3)

by Zoey Draven

Without the perfume, she smelled like…mine. I felt the possessiveness rise, my chest straightening, my heartbeat beginning to throb.

“Erina is a sweet girl, Kaldur,” she said quietly. “Be careful with her. I don’t think she’s had an easy life…but I also think she’s too naive for someone like you. For this life. For your life.”

“And she doesn’t deserve to be broken,” Maudoric finished. “You wouldn’t mean to do it. But she’s not hardened enough to withstand it.”

“There will be no ridiculous fantasies of a courtship or of love, do you understand?” he asked. I nearly flinched. “You’re young, but you’re not that young. Don’t romanticize this—or me. Certainly not me. I’ll only disappoint you.”

“Even when you think you have nothing, you are rich in imagination and more wealthy if you’re creative. That is the key to a happy, content life. At least I think so.”

I don’t want to see you, all right? Just leave me be and go home. I’m begging you.”

She deserves better