The War of Two Queens (Blood And Ash, #4)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

She always looked so damn peaceful. Beautiful. Strong. Brave, even in rest. And I was hers.

A groan rumbled from my chest. “You’re my favorite kind of torture,” I told her, kissing her brow.

“I’ll call you whatever you like, as long as you call me yours.”

The swords dropped from the guards’ hands, clattering off the floor as their necks twisted to the sides, cracking. “You’ll probably be concerned to hear this, but also not surprised,” Casteel said, and the smoky, spicy flavor in my mouth crowded out the taste of death. “But I found that wildly…hot.” “There’s something wrong with him,” Reaver muttered from behind us. “Isn’t there?” There most definitely was, but I loved him for it.