Lover Mine (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #8)

by J.R. Ward

Here was the thing: People felt the way they did and it wasn’t their fault or yours if the connection was one-sided. It just . . . was.

Staring out of the darkened window, his eyes searched the stars that dotted the dense, velvety black of the night sky. Funny, felt like heaven was up against his chest instead of all above the whole world. Xhex was alive. And in his arms. And he was taking her home.

“Come here, Chosen.” The three words, backed up by that low-lidded stare, was a sucker punch to Blay—trouble was, Qhuinn wasn’t throwing anything special Layla’s way. That was just how he was.

“Lose me or run the risk of losing them. What’s your answer there, Your Highness.” Wrath rose to his feet, and for a moment she got a clear sense that although he was on the throne, he was still lethal as hell. “Watch. Your. Tone. In my fucking house.”

John’s first instinct was to punch the bastard, just pop him in the headlights. Rehv laughed hard. “You want to throw down? Fine with me.”