Bewitching Rhaego (Clecanian, #8)

by Victoria Aveline

But I would cherish you, little doe.

“My little wife.”

I will make this up to you, little doe.

“I crave your natural smile. Your teeth are far too pretty to ever offend me.”

“Good, little doe,”

All he wanted was to trouble himself for her.

Trust in me, little doe.

“What a clever wife I’ve caught.”

“The Goddess was unreasonably generous when she formed you.”

“I wasn’t supposed to catch you, little doe.

“You make me okay when I am not okay, little doe.”