Promised in Fire (Of Dragons and Fae #1)
Rate it:
Open Preview
Started reading October 2, 2024
2%
Flag icon
“May your flame never go out,” he said gruffly. “May your fire shine brightest in the dark,” she returned.
13%
Flag icon
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a lesser fae complete this course that quickly.” I shrugged, a little uncomfortable with the praise. “My magic is weak, so I’ve had to overcompensate in other ways,” I joked.
21%
Flag icon
I rushed over to the fae—my mate, an inner voice in my head reminded me—and dropped to my knees beside her, then hauled her head into my lap.
35%
Flag icon
“Perfect. Now we won’t have to pretend that you’re blind.” “What?” His eyelids flew open, brows drawing into a scowl, and I grinned. They were a boring moss green now, no hint of gold to be seen. “Were you going to blind me if this didn’t work?”
49%
Flag icon
But instead, I felt a sense of… peace. Of belonging. Like I’d come home.
50%
Flag icon
He kissed me with the hunger of a raging firestorm, illuminating the night with its brilliance and devouring everything in its path. I felt like a pile of kindling struck by lightning—abruptly alive and burning with a fierce flame that threatened to consume me whole.
58%
Flag icon
It was a long flight, and Leap had a short attention span, so he quickly roped an unwilling Einar into playing a variety of games with him—Rock-Paper-Scissors, the Yes-No game, and something called Would You Rather.
71%
Flag icon
“Well, you are supposed to be my wife for the evening,” Einar said.
73%
Flag icon
A strong, warm hand closed around my wrist, rooting me to the spot. Shocked, I looked over my shoulder to see Einar staring down at me. His golden gaze was unreadable, but there was no mistaking the electric current running between us, lighting me up from the inside and making me feel as though I’d been caught in the center of a wild storm. “Yes,” he said, and the dark rumble of his voice sent a shiver through me. “I’ll dance with you.”
73%
Flag icon
“I assure you I am more than capable of rubbing elbows with the hoitiest of the toitiest.” A surprised laugh burst from Adara’s lips, and a grin tugged at my lips at the bright sound, like golden champagne bubbles dancing in a freshly poured flute.