The Fated and the Damned (The Cursed Blood, #2)

by Chloe Hodge

I’d never meant to fall for her, but she’d branded herself on my heart like a scar that would forever mark my flesh. I

Homesickness—not for the creature comforts or familiarity of a place, but the warmth of the people in it. Okay, fine, a little bit for the creature comforts.

From the moment I’d met that wild flame, I’d been burned, and I wanted to walk right back into her fire.

“The wheel of fate keeps turning, my friend. We’re just along for the ride.”

The dominance masked by the calm and collected way he held himself. It was terrifying. And it was everything I wanted.

“A lie however beautifully crafted is still poison from a serpent’s tongue.

We all carry heavy burdens, it can’t all fall on me to lighten his load to make him feel better.”

“Want is a base desire, and what I feel for you goes far beyond that. I need you like I need air to breathe, and sustenance to keep me nourished. You are both my biggest failure, and the biggest victory I might ever achieve. I can’t do this without you. I won’t.”

Christians, pagans, dark worshippers; our beliefs were so different, and it was that fact that made faith so dangerous.

“Love is a funny thing. It burrows inside you until it’s etched into your bones. You can’t forsake it, nor can you deny it. The things she’s done, I will never forgive; the woman she was, I will never forget.”

If you know love, you’ll never be alone.

“Sometimes I think my world can’t get any smaller, but then a little light shines on new shores.”

“Where you go, I go, Kitarni,” he said in a husky, rasping voice. “I will follow you into darkness, or I will burn in your fire. There is no monster alive that could keep me from you.”

“No fire could ever burn so bright as what I feel for you,”