Between Wrath and Mercy (The Divine Between, #1)

by Jess Wisecup

“Gods, I hate you. I’ve never stopped hating you.” I glared up at him, my eyes narrowed and chin jutted out, and I watched his jaw clench as fire whipped up in his eyes. “I bet that poison tastes like honey on your tongue.”

“We are going to find her. And then I’m going to kill your husband.” The voice belonged to the Bloody Prince, but his soft expression belonged to Rainier. It belonged to Rain. My Rain. “Alright.” I didn’t have any doubts he meant it.

“Friendship?” He laughed, dark and bitter. “Your skin tastes like spring, and your sighs are a gods damn song. I’m not your fucking friend.”

“You know, I wasn’t planning on fucking you tonight. Not in secret. Never like that again. I won’t keep you a secret to keep you.” I watched as his kiss traced up my wrist. “I had no intention of it happening in a tent surrounded by my guard. I want you spread out for me in a bed, sober. Ready to hear everything I have to tell you and feel everything I have to give you when we finally make love, Em.”

This was it—the freefall. The line in the sand. Loving Rainier was the most terrifying and exhilarating thing I’d ever done. Loving Rain was like breathing, like dying. Inevitable and compulsive. It was something once admitted, I’d never come back from.