Realm of Wind and Vines (Flame and Thorns, #4)

by Marion Blackwood

“If you really wanted me dead, you would’ve killed me already,” I declare. “But you haven’t. Because deep down, you know that you don’t actually hate me.”

“It’s not a theory. It’s the truth. You love me. In order to save your life, I made you hate me by forcing a wildfire of hatred into your chest.”

He is mine. And by all the gods and demons in hell, I will make sure he fucking remembers it.

There was a tug on our mate bond. As if it tried to reattach itself. As if he tried to pull it back to himself. I draw in another unsteady breath.

“If you ever touch her like that again, I will cut off your fucking hands,” Draven growls in his face.

Now, I find that I have, at long last, officially run out of fucks to give about other people’s opinions.

“I know what it’s like to never have anyone to lean on,” he continues, his gaze searing into hers. “To always have to do everything yourself. To always be alone and unapproachable. But I will help you shoulder this.” A truly wicked smile spreads across his lips. “Trust me, if there is one thing I do really well, it’s revenge.”

If I can’t have my happily ever after, no one can.

love you, little rebel. I love everything about you.”

love you more than life itself.”

“You want to destroy the world? I’ll help you burn it down. You want to kill everyone? I’ll help you slit their throats. There is nothing you can do that would make me stop loving you. I love you, little rebel. All of you.”

“You wanna be villains? Let’s go be fucking villains.”