A Court of Hearts and Hunger (Wicked Darlings, #2)

by Rebecca F. Kenney

Curiosity is the dagger on which we impale ourselves.

“He’s my friend. Rival. Companion. Brother. Roommate. Needle in my fucking eyeball. He’s a mess, that’s what.

It was a displeasure to see you again.”

“Foreplay? Are you trying to seduce me, Riordan?”

“You’re worried about him! How sweet. Are you two finally lovers?

“And what will you do with the water? Pour it down the Queen’s throat? Inject it into your dick so it flows through your cum into her?”