Throne of Vengeance (Throne Duet, #2)

by Rina Kent

It’s a painful sensation. To have your heart rise from the ashes, but the person behind that change not be present to witness it.

But not everything visible is beautiful. After all, the devil looks his best when luring in his victims.

“I was born ready for death. I had my resurrection in death and to death I shall return. Isn’t that poetic?”

he somehow became my deepest, darkest desire—the one I can’t survive without and the one who might also kill me at the same time.

My obsession with this woman runs deeper and darker than I originally calculated. The thought of putting distance between us felt like ripping my heart out from between my ribs.

I’ve always loved the way he looks at her like she’s the center of his world and everything else is an accessory. Like the world is gray and she’s the only one in color.