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

by Carissa Broadbent

The king knew, in this moment, that his greatest love would also be his ruination, and that both would come in the unlikely form of a young human woman.

Maybe the king always knew that his greatest love would be his ruination. Maybe he knew it the moment he met her. He’d know it the second time he died, too.

My husband smiled at me, lowering his raised fist, which had indeed been ready to knock one more fucking time. “There she is.”

It was all her. Deadly and stunning. Even her hatred was fucking beautiful.

“I’d spend a lifetime at the tip of your blade, and it would have been worth it.”

“You have nothing but me,” I said. “And yet, you’d let me go?” “I have nothing but you,” he murmured. “So I am letting you go.”

“Let me make you the queen that you are. Let me guard your body, your soul, your heart. Let me spend the rest of my fucking pathetic life at your mercy. If I need to die, then let me do it by your hand. Please.”

“You have destroyed me,” he murmured. “And I have hated every moment of it, too.”