A Throne From the Ashes (An Heir Comes to Rise, #3)

by C.C. Peñaranda

I found out what it was like to lose oneself in the wonders of a story. Lose, only to emerge from the pages so much clearer about who I was.”

“We’re here to fight, not… What do you call your poor performance in the bedroom?” Her tone was shallow enough it wouldn’t be caught by anyone but him. His grin turned feline. “You sound curious to find out. Perhaps after your defeat I can offer you consolation with my performance.” Zaiana gave her best sultry smile, one she knew inspired a lustful shift in him. If it wavered his focus and cracked his guard, she didn’t see the harm in playing. “This little battle is likely to be short. I think I’ll pass on following one disappointment with another.”

Rezar’s eyes were back to blazing. “This kingdom will burn before you claim it.” “Then it’s a shame you won’t bear witness,” Faythe said calmly, “when I sit upon a throne from the ashes.”

Love was damning. But it was also absolution.