Storm of Secrets and Sorrow (Legacy #2)

by Melissa K. Roehrich

But it would be nice, just once, to know what it was like to be so important to someone that they chose her above all else.

“One female will not be the downfall of an entire realm,” Theon snapped. The masked face tilted to the side. “No, but the two of you together will be.”

“I am your distraction from a life you never wanted.” A kiss to the corner of her mouth. “I am everything you hate about this world.” A kiss to the other corner. “I am your villain that has taken everything from you.” A nip to her jaw.

“Her father is a god. Her mother may as well be one. She is as powerful as a Lesser,”

She’d woken up. That seemed like enough bravery for one day.

Same 😅

“I know you think it feels freeing to let your power have you, Tessa, but what have I told you from the very beginning? I want everything you have to give. Your power does not get to have you. I do,” Theon said.

“You may have stolen her Guardian from her, but that only means you must now deal with me.”

“If I am forever someone else’s, what does that make you, little storm?” “The same thing I’ve always been. Nothing.”

“That facing truths is difficult, but deciding what to do with those truths is the greatest burden of all.”

“If you were my Match, I wouldn’t call you such a thing,” he said and her eyes darted to the side. Until he said, “I would call you my wife, my partner, my light. Anything but my Match.”

AAAAAHHHH

“Our nights wouldn’t be spent like this,” he answered, and he watched her face fall a little at the words. “Our nights would be spent on balconies under the stars talking or on sofas before fires watching a Chaosphere game. Our nights would be more than fucking fruit, cheese, and crackers. Our nights would be soft words instead of barbed ones to deflect and protect. Our nights would be intimate touches rather than frantic ones of uncertainty. Our nights would be my hands in your hair instead of your fingers pulling on the strands. Our nights would be anything but whatever the fuck this is. Our nights wouldn’t involve mental shields blocking each other out, and if you tried, I’d call you out on that bullshit. But I can’t do that right now, can I?”

PLEASE let this be a throuple!! 😂

“You fear the dark because you crave it, Tessa. You hate it because you think you are alone there, but your nights would never be spent alone. Never again.

“I crave destruction at your hands, clever tempest. If that’s what it takes to keep you, then so be it.”