The Gargoyle's Captive (A Deal With a Demon, #3)

by Katee Robert

disabuse

balmy.

scurry

unmoored

loincloth

I don’t answer with words. Instead, I hook my hands under her ass and lift her mostly out of the water. She’s not quite passive in my hold, not with that imperious look in her dark eyes, but she allows me to maneuver her. Likely because I’ve essentially made a seat for her with my hands. A throne, even. She certainly has the energy of a queen.

virtuous

“I see why they come here. It might be creepy as shit, but it’s a little peaceful, too. You can barely hear the wind. It feels a little like you’re the last person left in this realm.” I move closer despite myself, drawn by the strange peace emanating from her. “Doesn’t the thought of being the last person left scare you?” “No,” she says simply. “I’ve been alone for five years now. Long enough to get good at it. But if I’m the last person left”—she reaches out and takes my hand—“or, for the sake of argument, we’re the last two people left? It means no one needs to be saved. No one needs to be ruled. No one needs us at all. And yeah, there’s a part of me that finds that really attractive.”

resonates