Queen of Myth and Monsters (Adrian X Isolde, #2)

by Scarlett St. Clair

There was no room for vulnerability here, no room for forgiveness. It was conquer or be killed.

“Isolde,” he repeated quietly, and when I finally met his gaze, his stare was gentle. “You are my light.” I took his face between my hands. “You are my darkness,” I said and kissed him.

“My queen and I will conquer this world, and when we have our empire, we will fuck on a bed of your bones.”

“Men want power,” Ana said. It was the first time she had spoken, and everyone at the table turned to look at her. “Women want to exist without fear.”

“You do not have to have lived a hundred years or even twenty. If your soul is tired, you will be tired.”

“I am not your father.” “Words do not heal trauma,” she said. “Then tell me how I heal this.” “You don’t. You love me through the fear, even when my doubt hurts, and I will do the same for you.”