Wicked Bite (Night Rebel, #2)

by Jeaniene Frost

Gods, there were days when I missed my former, blissful apathy. Caring about someone this much was exhausting.

“Body like Beyoncé, hair like Daenerys Targaryen,” he murmured with open lust. “Temper like the Punisher,” I countered.

“Saucy little half-celestial minx, aren’t you?”