Oaths and Omissions (Monsters & Muses, #3)

by Sav R. Miller

don’t date. Never quite understood the appeal of intertwining your fate with someone else’s, especially in the temporary sense that most relationships seem to exist within.

Wild Socialite Settles Down with Outlaw: Aplana’s Very Own Romeo and Juliet.

She tastes like absolution, but I’ll bet she fucks like damnation.

“Perhaps we don’t know each other’s favorite songs and worst nightmares, but you can be soulmates and still not be aware of those things. Some connections are physical, love. Tangible. You know them when you feel them.”

A Trojan horse, if ever there was one.

That unconditional kind of love that you’d risk your life on a battlefield for.