A Duet with the Siren Duke (Married to Magic, #4)

by Elise Kova

The sea will devour me, if given the chance. If not the waves and currents, or sharp-toothed animals, then the ghosts and monsters that haunt its depths.

He beholds me in the manner one would a god, as if the world starts and ends with me, here in this singular moment.

“Yes, treasure.” As expected, he bristles slightly at my tone. “I have spent years filling this place with precious items.” “A shoe is ‘precious’ to you?” I gesture with an open palm to a worn-out boot.