Prince of Deception (Myths of Airren, #2.5)

by Jenny Hickman

My throat swelled, making it hard to swallow. Who hurt you?

The more bite, the better. Make me hurt, beautiful.

Couldn’t she see how perfect she was without it?

I want you, you beautiful, stubborn, infuriating woman. Nothing more, nothing less. Every smile, every frown. Every mood. Every inch.

I just got caught up in the lie.

“I do not sweep women off their feet,” I said once a tost was in place, watching Aveen’s shoulders stiffen. “I drag them down with me.”

“I missed you too, my little viper. Will I show you how much?”

“The truth is, violent Aveen, my heart may beat in my chest, but it has always belonged to you.”