House of Pounding Hearts (The Kingdom of Crows, #2)

by Olivia Wildenstein

I may not consider myself his, but the Crow King is possessive as fuck.

know how babies are made, Lore. I know they don’t sprout in produce.” “How fortunate for your future mate.” A blush steals across my cheeks. “We call them husbands where I come from. And yes, I suppose he’ll be extraordinarily pleased when I spread my legs instead of hand him a trowel and a packet of seeds.”

No. His golden eyes burn a path straight for me. For I do not believe that a kingdom is best ruled by sitting on one’s ass. That spreads a grin onto my mouth. A bird swing, then?

Say goodbye to Luce, Little Bird. How cruel and so very tragic. Must he remind me that I’m dying? But then he finishes his thought, and I realize he isn’t telling me to bid adieu to life. For tonight is the last time you will see the Fae lands until they fall to us again.

So dramatic

His lips twitch. “And I was impressed with your dedication. At times, I almost believed it would take an act of great valor to conquer your heart.” “You’ve not won my heart; merely my attention.” His chest lifts with a theatrical sigh. “An act of great valor it will have to be then.”

“Soon enough, we’ll have to get out of this pool and return to real life.” “What will real life look like now?” Lorcan Ríhbiadh brings his mouth closer to mine. “Like this, Little Bird.” He erases the gap between us, fusing our mouths and gripping me bruisingly tight.

My chest tightens at his declaration, yet I roll my eyes. “Please. I’m many things, but sweet isn’t one of them.”