Kingdom of the Feared (Kingdom of the Wicked, #3)

by Kerri Maniscalco

That I burned for him as fiercely as the fiery rose-gold flowers I could summon from my fingertips at will.

He was mine. Every inch of his wicked soul, every steady thump of his heart, belonged to me.

“And he is her fate. As she is his. ‘As above, so below.’ They are the balance. Light and dark. One fallen from above, and one created in the underworld below.”

“I always knew you. And always will. Your soul calls to mine. It’s a feeling of coming home. Of peace. No magic can duplicate it.”

“I don’t give a high holy fuck about my court, my lady.

i laughed so hard