Immortal Fire (Red Winter Trilogy, #3)

by Annette Marie

He didn’t love her enough for his soul to be forever changed, but she was afraid her soul had already been rewritten in his flames.

Eyes lowered, he pressed his lips to her knuckles. “Whatever you desire, whatever you need. Command me, little miko.”

“Even talking about the things I can never have—why are you making this harder on me?” “Tell me,” he commanded. “You,” she cried, angry tears spilling down her cheeks. “I wish I could have a future with you. You’re the only thing I’ve ever wanted badly enough to risk my purity for. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

You are my fire, Emi. You are my warmth. Before you, the flames within me were cold as ice.”

She touched his face, turning his gaze back to hers. “If I am your fire, then you are my light.”

For a moment, he went still. Then he raised his head and his lips curved in a crooked, mischievous, familiar grin that melted her heart and warmed the deepest corners of her soul. “That, little miko, was a lie.”