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

by Chloe Hodge

“I’m not a monster, Kitarni. It gives me no pleasure to do this to a fellow witch.” “No,” I spat. “You’re worse than a monster, hiding behind propriety and excuses. This is sick, Caitlin. You’re deranged and no better than the cultists you despise so much.”

There was nothing I wouldn’t do to get her back. I would raise the dead, walk through hell and back for that woman. If she was a monster, I was too. And so long as she was by my side, I was perfectly ok with that.

“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.”

“You are mine, Kitarni Bárány,” he growled from above me. “Say that you’re mine.”

“Let them watch,” he whispered, his lips pressing against the shell of my ear. “I want them all to know who claimed you. I want them to know you’re mine.”

“Life with me will be whatever you wish it to be. I will give you everything you want. And I will destroy anyone in the way of you getting it.”

“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.”

“Mistvellen is the largest city populated by táltosok and witches in the Kingdom of Hungary.