Prince of the Sorrows (Rowan Blood, #1)

by Kellen Graves

Namely—Cylvan smelled of fresh pine and gardenia, making Saffron’s insides feel sunshiny.

You smell like…” Cylvan leaned in, pressing his nose into Saffron’s veil beneath his ear as if he really wanted Saffron’s heart to stop. “Creek water and shit.

The hand flexed again, and pulled Saffron even closer. Every part of him protected.

“Tell me who did this,” he repeated tightly, “so that I may tear them apart with my own hands.”

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