Timber (Hades, #4)

by Tate James

"Hayden," he murmured. "Words quite literally can't express how much I love you. There is no doubt in my mind: You're it for me. You don't just own my heart, babe, you are my heart. Without you, nothing matters. Every minute of the twelve days, four hours, and fifteen minutes you were gone, I was dead inside."

"I'd burn the whole fucking world down for you, Angel."

"Easy. I'm your second. It's just a simple matter of hierarchy; no one can dispute that." I wrinkled my nose. "Really? That easy?" He huffed a chuckle. "Nah, we had to do about sixteen rounds of rock paper scissors. Handled it like men, beautiful."