Eldritch (The Eating Woods, #2)

by Keri Lake

Those hands held the power to ruin him and gods be damned, he’d welcome it.

“I do not welcome anyone’s touch, but I’ve craved yours with the kind of voracity that makes me question my morals.”

“You bear the marks of a warrior unbroken by the kind of pain that would’ve destroyed lesser men.”

“You’re a fate I never dared to dream, moon witch. The stars I was never meant to grasp. But seeing how this gluttonous world devours the unclaimed, I’m calling you mine.”

“I would call you the soft glow of moonlight in a pitch-black world. A prayer I never spoke aloud, but somehow the gods answered anyway. The strike of lightning I dare to behold without flinching.” His brow flickered as he ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “The reason I breathe.”

“The world has taken everything from me. My morals. My body. My fucking soul. You’re all I have, moon witch. The only thing that gives me worth, and if it takes my life to keep you safe then I will gladly surrender it. For you.”

“Moon Witch, not even a god should dare to touch you without consequence.”

“You’ve had your heart ripped open by brutal hands. And even if you threw me into the darkest abyss, tore me limb from limb, I would find my way back to her. If I had to crawl through the cold and hollow belly of death itself, I would find a way to return to her.”