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457 pages, Paperback
First published March 15, 2025


He could ask for the stars on a string, and I’d scale the heavens to rope them. Even if I complained the whole time.
Defined muscles bunch and bulge beneath, glistening with sweat. And damn. I mean… damn. He looks as though he was carved straight from marble and impure thoughts.Bright blue eyes are framed behind a pair of glasses, sharp as a razor and angry as a hornet.
I watch his shoulders rise and fall, sleeping peacefully on his side of the barrier. Making as much racket as I can, I sit up, but the bastard sleeps on, oblivious. Mighty warrior, my ass.
“What about the times I say all those ugly things I don’t mean? When the glue holding me together fails, and these broken pieces fall apart all over again? It feels like I’m always hurting you, Ro… what happens when I do it again? When I push you away?” “Then I’ll just have to hold on a little tighter those days.”
“But I know this, mo’sziv. This isn’t me leaving. This is not me walking away. I wish I had more time to prove that to you, but I don’t. I can’t stay, not yet. Please believe me when I say I will be back in a few days. I will come for you… and I hope you’re here.” His hand lands on my chin and tilts my face towards his. “I really hope you’re here,” he whispers"
"Soft lips land on mine and everything inside me rearranges. Every vein. Every drop of blood. Every godsdamned synapsis in my brain. It all halts until all that’s left is him. The very roadmap of my being shatters into a million pieces, reforming as the mark on my hand sings its pleasure, my soul screaming with the rightness of his body against mine."
“A quiet sob hiccups from my throat as he leans in and presses his lips to the very corner of my mouth. “Your worthiness was never a question. This? Us? This is our inevitability, but you are also my choice. I choose this… choose you. Would choose you a thousand times over. I am sorry if I ever made it seem otherwise.”
💜He’s more monstrous than I’ve ever seen him. Terrifying and breathtaking, wicked and beautiful. Mine. For a moment that stretches into an eternal second, his eyes search mine. They dig through the clouds in my mind, searching for the answer to the silent question he’s asking. Am I too much?
“You’re perfect,” I whisper, and the slow-motion world that surrounds us speeds to reality in a dizzying blur."
“You have to be a pretty fucking stupid human to not realize how much I want you.” “You can’t call me names while you say sweet things.”
“The mark could disappear off my skin, the Fates could all go to hell, and I would still want you.”
“But I’m broken.” My cracked words are so quiet, they’re barely more than a breath. His fingernails drag against my scalp and make me shiver as he presses another gentle kiss to my lips. “Then I’ll hold you together until you’re not.”
“This? Us? This is our inevitability, but you are also my choice. I choose this… choose you. Would choose you a thousand times over.”
“I was alone for a long time, Ro.” “Yeah,” he mutters, dropping a kiss on my temple and pushing his nose into my hair, hugging me against him.
“But you’re not alone anymore.”
■ Stubborn human can’t decide whether he wants affection or is annoyed by it.
“What are you doing?” he demands, and I laugh at the irritation in his voice. My prickly little porcupine, with his quills out and ready for a fight.
■ “Humans should come with warning labels and care instructions,” I mutter as I trail behind him.
“What was that?”
“Absolutely nothing.” I don’t miss the glare he throws at me before marching into the house.