Timber (Hades, #4)

by Tate James

"That was for the look on Hayden's face when she realized you'd been lying to her. You ever make her feel like that again—no matter how noble your intentions—I'll fucking kill you. We clear?"

"She's been in that sick fuck's hands, beaten, tortured, stabbed, drugged, starved, and fuck knows what else, for twelve goddamn days, Lucas." He shifted his furious glare back to me. "You are an invalid, Red. Suck it the fuck up and accept some help."

"I'm not going anywhere," he whispered in my ear. "No matter how long it takes, I love you, Dare. That will never change, and I'll never stop waiting for you."

I will personally take a knife to your balls and turn them into a Christmas ornament. Then I'll cut your chest open, reach into the cavity, and rip your heart right out to play tennis with."

"You want me to wash your hair for you?"

He was worshiping the woman he loved.

Lucas draped his arm over the back of my chair and placed a soft kiss on my cheek before whispering one of the sexiest things on earth in my ear. “I’ll get you coffee, babe.”