Obsidian (Shadowbound Fae, #1)

by K.F. Breene

She hadn’t gotten this far, and survived this long, to let some arrogant fae with an Adonis complex decide her fate. She had plenty of conviction, and when she got those weapons, she’d prove it.

She wanted to pull a list of notorious crime lords and murderers and make her way through, forcing the fae to drop everything he was doing and take time out of his chalice collecting to do his duty as kissing assassin. It would probably annoy him to no end, both because of the time lost and because she wouldn’t keep his “property”—her lips—off other people.

You aren’t alone in this. I’m with you. Always.”

We must be the dawn to end the starless night.”

“My birth name and title is Tarianthiel Drystan Windryker, Prince of the Diamond Throne, High Sovereign and Sworn Protector of Faerie, Guardian of the Fringe, Keeper of Balance, Brought Forth with the Dawn, Commander of Dusk, and Blessed with Ancestral Magic of Sevens.

What kind of fucked-up donkey show were these dipshits running here?

this feeling, this need, is between you and me. It is ours. Our torment, maybe. The price I will pay for hurting you. The price you will pay for desiring your tormenter. I can envision their giggling about it now.”