Bewitching Rhaego (Clecanian, #8)

by Victoria Aveline

Their eyes locked for the span of a heartbeat, and she whimpered. The sound echoed through his skull, and his hands stilled. Fear? Is she afraid…of me? Uncertainty cut through his single-minded fever, chased by a spike of sadness. But I would cherish you, little doe.

“Let me be clear—we will make the life of any man who tries to call themselves our husbands a. Living. Hell.”

There was no blade on Clecania that could slice him as deeply as that tear.

“You’ve already earned me, Rhaego,” she whispered, making him shiver though he rejected her words. “I’m already yours.”