A Shadow in the Ember (Flesh and Fire, #1)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

“You’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you?” Feisty? Little? Thing?

“You,” he said, his thumb moving in a slow swipe over the side of my throat. There was something about the way he said that. “You are trouble.”

“I meant that since you seem pretty—” “Thank you.”

“That’s not…normal, right?” I whispered. “Which part? The fangs, or the fact that she’s dead and still sitting up?”

“What does liessa mean?” The god didn’t answer for what felt like a small eternity. “It has different meanings to different people.” The eather pulsed in his eyes, swirling once more through the silver. “But all of them mean something beautiful and powerful.”

The skin of my throat flamed. “I was not.” “You lie so prettily,” he murmured, and gods help me, it was a lie.

“What do you think death feels like, liessa?”

“What I want is your taste on my tongue again. What I want is to be so deep inside you that I forget my own fucking name.”