Throne of Vengeance (Throne Duet, #2)

by Rina Kent

But that was the mere beginning of my life, the starting point of how I turned into this shadow. It’s not the end.

Life might be a bitch, but I didn’t just die.

“But as your husband, I will avenge you.” “I don’t need vengeance.” His voice drops. “But vengeance is my specialty, Princess.”

Our marriage started by blood, and with blood it will end.

I’m breathing so violently, as if I’m about to stop any second now. That’s when I hear it—the sound of something breaking in my chest. At first, it’s quiet, almost unnoticeable, but it gets louder and louder until it’s the only thing I hear. Ah. This must be what it means to have a broken heart. The most daunting part is, I don’t think this feeling will ever go away.

“We made vows, and I intend to keep them. Till death do us part.”

“I understand perfectly. It’s you who doesn’t. You’re my wife. My. Fucking. Wife. Do you understand what that word means? It means we belong together, not far apart.”

“There will be no more goodbyes between us, Princess.”

“If you’re a boy, don’t you dare mistreat women. If you’re a girl, don’t you dare let men mistreat you just because you don’t have balls.”

“You’re not a monster, Kyle.” “I was once. I still am sometimes.”