The Darkest Captive (Lords of the Underworld, #14.5)

by Gena Showalter

Galen played a game he liked to call War Santa. A severed spine for you. Disembowelment for you. A boot to the testicles for you.

Galen hadn’t seen Legion in so long, the sight of her affected him on a deep, primitive level. Like a punch to the soul. With spiked metal gloves. Her beauty stole his breath.

“I love you, too,” she grumbled. “I love you, yes. With all my heart. But you are a cock-block. You always cramp my style.” “You mean your slay now, question later style?”

“If ever you hate yourself, tell me. I will like you enough for both of us.”

“I’m happy I met you, Galen, and I’m even happier you survived meeting me.”

Hardcore courting rocked. For the first time in his life, Galen forgot the rest of the world. War in the underworld—who cared? World domination—maybe later.

As he held this beautiful woman in his arms, rocking her back and forth, she moved to the #1 spot on his list of treasures.

She meant more to him than any war, title, or kingdom. Because… Yeah. Every part of him loved every part of her. No one had ever fit him so perfectly. She had become his greatest strength, and his favorite weakness. A true beacon of hope.