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.

and fuck if I didn’t want to worship every inch of that woman. She was power personified. She was perfect.

“Belittle my betrothed again, and I’ll rip out your throat.”

I would raise the dead, walk through hell and back for that woman.

If she was a monster, I was too.

My girl. My beautiful little hellcat.

That’s my girl.

“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.”

I will fight for my people, and I will die for yours.

“There is nothing I would not do for you, Kitarni. I was born a killer, it’s what I’m good at. If the price of that gift means protecting the one I love, I will gladly pay it. I’ll enjoy it. For you, I would be questioner, judge, and executioner. And I won’t regret any of it.”

“My sword was yours the moment you asked for it. My life was yours the moment I swore to protect you. My heart? That you claimed for your own, tooth and nail and bloody beautiful murder. It was always yours. It will always be yours, from this day to my last.”

“I love you my fire girl. And I’m so proud of you.”

She was mine. Always, eternally, mine.

“That’s where you went wrong. You could never be ‘just’ anyone. The world is too small for even you, Kitarni. And once we get out of this mess, I’ll prove it.”