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If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my twenty-three years alive, it’s this: Women in pain give men confidence.
Confidence makes men sloppy.
It always surprises me a little, the sheer number of people who bet for the other man. Even with the history to show them they shouldn’t.
That’s men for you, let alone gamblers
I like it more than I’d ever admit, having someone to take care of me.
I went to thank him, and the moment our eyes met, I knew I would be his. It takes a special man to tame a wild thing.
“Thank you,” I whisper against his lips. “For fixing me. For caring if I get hurt.”
Lee winds one of his hands into my dark hair, holding me in place as he crashes his lips down on mine. His other hand wraps around my back and he pulls me deeper into his lap, where I sense him hardening underneath me. I groan into his mouth at the feeling, and he pulls back, laying me bare with his look.
Who needs a coat, anyway, when panic is setting your blood on fire?
Now, Leesa is just the latest in an ever-growing list of kids who have disappeared. And the Nabbers never return what they take.
Who are the nabbers?!?
In a world full of dead ends, I’m going to make sure she has options.
She’s obsessed with the idea of the Bonded. I can’t totally blame her—superhot warriors riding mystical beasts and wielding mysterious magic? It’s intriguing, if you can set aside the extreme and punishing classism.
My pulse speeds up as I clock the tattoos completely covering his neck, his hands. Not much makes me afraid, but this? Run, a self-preserving, animalistic part of me cries. Danger.
I know it’s a foolish, half-baked plan, but it’s something. It’s action.
me. Lee’s eyes are such a beautiful crystalline blue, like the sky on a surprisingly cold winter’s day, even in this darkened hall.
And then he shuts his eyes and sighs deeply. His hand lifts to pinch the bridge of his nose, and despair radiates from him in waves. And no, this is definitely worse than the silence.
Today, I love you sounds an awful lot like goodbye.
He tucks my hair gently behind my ear. “I do, though. I’ve been saving some coin. For… a bracelet. Won’t do me any good if my intended gets herself killed scaling a mountain because she doesn’t have the right gear.”
Yep, definitely a murderous monster.
They’ve always been our allies, but before they choose to bond, they need proof that the human they’ve chosen is… worthy.”
“That’s the hard part,” Izabel finishes Venna’s sentence finally. “The bodies. Watching out for the bodies.”
Anassa, running in the moonlight, racing down the mountainside, faster than wind. A sun rising, rays blinding and beautiful. A crown, its metal glinting, then drenched in blood.
Because this isn’t a test, in the end. It’s an execution.
I can’t mourn her. I don’t have the time.
The idea of all that strength and precision homed in on you, on your needs and wants and desires—
“You can bring this kingdom to its knees with just a word.”
