Kiss the Fae (Vicious Faeries, #1)

by Natalia Jaster

I’d tell you how to kill them—if I’d figured that out yet.

Beware of the wind, the roots, the water.

“I’m in the mood to rip out your tongue.” “Such savagery.” His lips coil into a grin. “In which case, you’d be dismembering my most precious commodity.”

Magic doesn’t make you stronger or tougher. It makes you greedy and entitled.

“We Folk are fickle beings,” Cerulean says, his outline rippling over blades of grass. “You’re my exception. You always have been.” He clasps the sides of my face and leans in. “You’re my weakness, inspiring me to break my own rules. You’re my strength, granting me the fortitude to endure without you. Oh, but it’s a cruel paradox, yet there we are. You’re worth…” he sucks in a tremulous breath, “…every crack in my soul. You’re worth the loss and longing.”