The Unseelie Throne (Maze of Shadows #3)

by Kathryn Ann Kingsley

I love her. By the stars, I love her. And I am terrified of what that means.

‘Hurt her and you shall suffer,’ he says. ‘Protect her. Show her. Teach her.’ What the fuck does that make you if not his queen?”

I love you, Abigail Moore.

His little witch kissed him.

His arm tightened around her, pulling her to him. “Morn, wife.”

“You will be my queen, or I shall be dead. You must decide which it is you want. For I cannot—I shall not—live without you, Abigail.” He tightened an arm around her. “And I am quite pleased to say you shall have no say in the matter, dear witch.”

For if he died…he might take her with him.

He moaned, the muscles in his body tensing in waves. “My little witch—yes—ah—I love you—nngh—”