Haven (Broken Wings Duet, #2)

by S.E. Wendel

“I’m not a prince, not anymore. I don’t want a destiny or to play the hero.”

Refreshing. Two normal ass people in love.

The woman fell forward unceremoniously, unconscious.

I’m sorry but we need to start killing these people.

“You didn’t kill them all when you had the chance,” noted Ophir. “And now they’re here.”

Good fucking point, Ophir.

a bundle of nerves prickling in her stomach.

At least we’re not referring to a clit for once

Both knew exactly what sweet, buttery things awaited them inside.

Well now I’m crying. I know what that means!