The Ashes & the Star-Cursed King (Crowns of Nyaxia, #2)

by Carissa Broadbent

that they did not remember what I looked like on my knees.

I want to know what you look like on your knees Raihn...

“She’s mine,” he said. “I don’t share.”

Yes I am-- I mean her, she is..

“Go,” he breathed. “Go somewhere far away. Go to the human nations. Go learn about your magic. I’d tell you to go become something fucking incredible, Oraya, but you already are, and this place doesn’t deserve you. It never has. And I sure as fuck don’t.”

SOBBING

“Everything has just gotten interesting,” I said, “and you think I’m just going to run away? When there’s a fight to fight? When that piece of shit has my crown?”

YES QUEEEEEEEN. Feral as ever

“You told me once you would beg for me,” I murmured. Another brush of my lips. “So do it.” I didn’t break eye contact. His sparkled with vicious delight. “Let me touch you,” he rasped. And Goddess, yes, he was begging, every word desperate. “Let me feel you. Even though I don’t deserve you. Please.”

“And for fuck’s sake, princess, I’m begging you, let me go to my knees for you.”

Oh bby girl, u can be on your knees for me any time

“Is this acceptable, princess?” My brow twitched. “Princess?” He laughed, low and rough. “Queen.”

I'm Dead, I've died and gone to heaven

My first thought was, I am definitely going to get an infection from this.

I've been saying this since you two decided to get freaky with other people's blood all over you. Ya nasties