A Dangerous Collaboration (Veronica Speedwell, #4)

by Deanna Raybourn

I had perched on the edge of the precipice, ready to leap, only to find I had no wings at all.

“Clever Veronica,” I said wryly. “You thought to protect him from being hurt and instead you have mauled yourself.”

Stoker’s smile was slow and terrible. “You think that is love, brother? That I should kill for her?” He shook his head, his eyes locked with mine. “You are the fool, Tiberius, because you still do not understand. I do not love her enough to kill for her.” He stepped to the edge of the rock. “I love her enough to die for her.”

“Veronica Speedwell, I meant it then and I mean it now and I shall mean it with every breath until my last. I love you.”

Does this mean you will stop torturing me by displaying yourself in various states of undress?” “Not a chance.”