The Prince of Prohibition (Fae of the Roaring Age, #1)

by Marilyn Marks

“The flowers, the earth, the darkness, the woods. They’re all yours if you want them. One day, you may even command me.”

He was darkness, beauty, so unnatural I didn’t question when a warm ecstasy filled my bones and replaced all the pain.

“What an honor, being called on by Jaevidan of House Valdivia. The Poisoned Son, the Banished King, the fucking Prince of Prohibition!”

“I know what I can be. But part of me hoped if you saw a true monster, you would think me a little less of one.”

Jack told me I would have to save myself. He was not a hero, no knight in shining armour, but I was no damsel in distress and that was okay. Because he was mine. He was mine and our bond was ours and I told him I could do this, so I would. I would climb. I would rise. I would believe in myself for once in my fucking life. I would not die here.