Vow of the Shadow King (Bride of the Shadow King, #2)

by Sylvia Mercedes

I’ll make her pay for what she did to me. I’ll make her beg forgiveness. I’ll make her beg for mercy. I’ll make her beg for more.

We cannot save each other. We cannot even save ourselves.

Knowing me, knowing my heart. Knowing that truth which, until this moment, I’ve struggled so hard to deny. I am falling irrevocably in love. With my wife.

“What have you done to me?” He kisses me again, gently. A sweet touch, like a promise, a prayer. “I would hazard it all. My realm, my crown, my kingdom. Even my honor. All for you. Only for you.”

“You are so beautiful,” I murmur, drawing my lips close to hers. “Like an exquisite little bird of the Upper World, trapped here below. I want to make you sing. I want to make you soar.”

I’ve failed her. I’ll never reach her in time. She will die. Horribly. Wondering where I am. Wondering why I do not come to save her.

“You are mine, Faraine. My Queen. Sovereign Lady of Mythanar and the Under Realm, from this day forth and forevermore.”