Using Fejo (Clecanian, #5)

by Victoria Aveline

The way he looked at her…it could only be described as love. He gazed at her as if his bones were going to break if he didn’t touch her. Like he’d crash his own ship if she said she didn’t like the color of the walls.

Fejo finally recognized what it looked like to be loved without conditions. He’d already known he would’ve gladly laid down his life to keep Vanessa safe, and the knowledge that she would do the same was as humbling as it was beautiful.