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

by Gena Showalter

don’t want perfect,” she said, her voice low and husky. “I want perfect for me.”

I think I’ll throw a very manly he-fit if you try to bail.”

She met his gaze, and he sucked in a breath. There it was. The look of adoration. An-n-nd yes. Instant high.

But rejection was a dagger through the heart while regret was a dagger through the soul. No more regret.