Queen of Rot and Pain (The Pale Court, #2)

by Liv Zander

I was dead, not stupid.

“Enosh, I can’t die.” “But you can suffer, and you had enough of that.”

“Until then, I shall gladly do the killing for you.” As though no dreamier words had ever been spoken, I curled deeper into his chest. “You are awfully romantic

“Her breath for mine.” Leaning over, she brought the blade close to Eilam once more, then let the bone clank to the floor. “Or I swear I’ll not just be a speck on your memory, but a lesson on what those strange creatures called women are capable of once they have nothing left to lose.”

“Stubborn, obstinate, beautiful woman.” “Arrogant, cruel, annoyingly handsome god.”

“I asked neither question nor permission.”

“My love for you might yet make me a monster.” “We are all monsters in someone’s story, little one,” he said, then finally gave his nod of approval, “except in our own.”