A Court of Sugar and Spice (Wicked Darlings, #1)

by Rebecca F. Kenney

“I make it a habit to always pay attention when a woman speaks to me. It’s the ones who are out of their minds who have the most fascinating and insightful things to say.”

“Like it?” He cups my face in his hands, impulsively kissing first my forehead, then my nose, then both my cheeks, until I can’t help giggling. “I adore it. I worship it. The way you put yourself into this for me—in Faerie that has meaning, and I want you to know I value it.”

I still have these feelings—this inner dread at the thought of losing you, this ache, even when you’re near me, because you’re not close enough, because I need you—not your body,

I can promise to stand between you and every danger if you’ll stay, if you’ll only let me hold you once in a while, and if you—if you will stroke my hair sometimes, like you did tonight.”

Because he is everything. He is all the longing I felt for years, all the things I was searching for. I found pieces of what I craved in so many different people—but with him it’s all there. And all of it is mine.

“Wherever Fin goes, I go.” “I’d say it’s the other way around, dearest.” Fin saunters out of the lair, carrying a glowing pink whip. “After all, I’m the one who followed you here.”