The Serpent and the Wings of Night (Crowns of Nyaxia, #1)

by Carissa Broadbent

I forced myself to steady my breaths. Panic quickened the heart. A quickening heartbeat meant rushing blood. Rushing blood meant I became even more of a target than I already was.

“Are you deaf, or just stupid?” “You’re unfriendly.”

I eyed the spoon. It looked like some kind of stew, with chunks of vegetables and liberally applied spices suspended in a thick, creamy-brown sauce. I lowered my head and tasted it. Fuck. My knees almost gave out. Whatever words I was about to say collapsed into a jumble on my tongue, melting beneath the—the—Mother, there weren’t words for the flavors. I’d never tasted anything so good. When I finally came back to my senses, I blinked and looked at Raihn, who was watching me with a strange, bemused expression. “That wasn’t how I’d imagined making you come for the first time,” he remarked.