To Snap a Silver Stem (Crystal Bloom, #2)

by Sarah A. Parker

She doesn’t think I care. It’s almost enough to bring me to my knees. I did that to her. I fucking did that to her.

Little does she know, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. Except let her go.

“There is nowhere you can hide. Nowhere you can go. Even if this were to stop beating,” he says, threading his hand over my rioting heart, “I’d follow.”

“I don’t think Cainon would be particularly pleased to walk back through those doors and see his promised spread across the table while I feast between her thighs.”

What I regret is letting her believe she doesn’t hold my cold, crippled heart in the palm of her hand. Because she does. She always will.

“You’re going to go to war with him? Over me?” He doesn’t blink or flinch. “I’d strike the fucking world down for you.”