Of Mist and Shadow (The Mist King, #1)

by Jenna Wolfhart

“What did he do to you?” the Mist King repeated in a soft, dangerous voice that curled across me like the mists.

“You’re cute when you’re mad, little dove.”

The Mist King lowered his head to my leg, pressed his lips against my roiling skin, and...sucked. A shudder went through me as his hands gently gripped my thighs, his mouth working, his lips caressing.

“What makes you so sure I’d try something stupid?” “I’ve spent more than five minutes in your presence,” he threw over his shoulder. “That was enough.”

I felt the heat of their gazes on my back. Toryn spoke. “Glad to see she’s still with us.” “I wouldn’t have let them touch her,” the Mist King said.