Covet (Crave, #3)

by Tracy Wolff

Maybe all these years, it’s not the coming of winter we’ve had to fear, but the spring that thrives in its desolate destruction.

“To make sure I don’t lose my second son.” She looks me in the eye. “Now ask me how we’re going to make that happen.” My mouth goes dry, and for a second, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to get the words out. But then I lick my lips, clear my throat, and ask, “How are we going to do it?” “By doing whatever it takes to bring down Cyrus Vega and achieve peace for the Circle, the factions, and our friends and family.”

“You don’t get to tell me what I mean,” he answers. “Any more than you get to tell me how I feel. I love you, Grace Foster. I’ve loved you for months, and I’ll love you forever. There’s nothing you can do about that fact.”

Calder stops laughing and murmurs, “Well, fuck.” And that’s when I know. We got the Chamber.