Prince of the Sorrows (Rowan Blood, #1)

by Kellen Graves

“If I am indeed a raven—then you are the treasure I wish to spend all my days appreciating.”

Saffron wrapped his arms back around him, pulling Cylvan in more. There were a thousand things he wished to respond, but one stuck out the loudest: I wish to always be a safe place for you to close your eyes and rest.

“Like a raven over his treasure,” a foxlike smile crossed his lips. “I want to memorize every beautiful, forbidden thing about you.”

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To be memorized was to be devoured.

“Stay with me, Saffron,” he beseeched once more. “As my treasure. As my one, simple peace, so that I may always know there is at least one person who cares for me.”