Fated (Fated, #1)

by Liza James

I’ve realized the farther I push everyone away, the less I have to worry about and the fewer responsibilities I have in caring about someone else’s safety or well-being.

We’re an impossibly imperfect blend of things that should never unite. Yet here I am, feeling wholly complete for the first time in my life.

As a blazing claim, staking my place within her heart. Making her mine in every way she should be. My little Demon.

“I, Elijah, Seraphim Angel of Arcadia, bind my blood to yours in covenant. I submit to the harmony of our souls as one.”

It was one hit, one fucking hit off of him and I’m addicted.

“I want every part of you. The Angel. The Demon. Every dark and dangerous corner, every bright space that claims you. I take them all and demand each piece as my own.”

Does that make me a monster? Probably. But I’ve never claimed to be anything more. In fact, at the beginning of all of this, I was never certain that I was truly the Angel in my relationship with Luna. In fact, I believe I said I was most likely the Devil.