Covet (Crave, #3)

by Tracy Wolff

“I do have a half-human mate, you know. And she needs to eat human food. Besides,” he continues with a shrug, “YouTube is a thing.”

Lewis Capaldi’s “Grace” start playing.

“Not enough,” I answer, and then I’m diving back into his arms. Into him. Into the wild, endless incandescence that is the two of us.

There is only fire, only flames. They incinerate every barrier I have, laying waste to every stumbling block I put in our way, taking over everything until I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but burn.

Regret? Yes. But also forgiveness.

“But, baby. War turns everyone into villains. There’s never been a way to get around that fact.”

Appear weak when you are strong. And the second half she didn’t say: Appear strong when you are weak. He bluffed and, in doing so, saved us all.

But now, as I stand here, surrounded by the people I love most in the world, I finally understand what it means to rule with compassion. With dignity. With love.