The Marked Prince (The Darkest Court, #2)

by M.A. Grant

This isn’t the untouchable Unseelie prince; this is my friend’s husband, a man who cares for him above all others, and that devotion is what moves me down the hall to them.

I sucked in a breath and bellowed for Sebastian, but my voice wasn’t there.

He came for me. He holds me up and strokes his hands up and down my arms and back, whispering that naive promise while he checks that I’m still in one piece. The longer he says it, the easier it is to believe. It’s okay. In my panic, faced with the demon from my nightmares, I called for him. I called for a bastard Seelie prince who has no concept of the responsibilities of his station. I called for him, and he found me.

Sebastian abandoned a royal dinner to find me. Rescue me. Hold me. He’s the only one who has ever put my needs first.

My freedom at the cost of Sebastian’s life. I’ve never been that valuable. I

Duine lifts his chin. “I will kneel for you. Only for you, from this moment until my last.”