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391 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 22, 2021
“He can’t have you. You’re mine.” A deeper rasp mixed with his voice. It wasn’t only him speaking to me. Envy was too. “And I am yours.”
“I belong to no one but you.” I bumped my forehead to his and threaded my fingers in the hair at his nape. “Never doubt me, kotya.”
“I don’t want to lose you.”
I wiped the tear away with my thumb and slid out of my chair to kneel in front of him. “You won’t.”
“I knew you were the one for me right when I first saw you,” I whispered, moving my hand to his cheek. His skin was so warm beneath my palm. “Your scent called to me, Daman. Even after I left Echo Bay, I could still smell you. Could still feel the mark you’d left on me, one no one else could see. And I ached. Gods, how I ached. It felt like my soul was crying out, mourning your loss even though you were never mine to have. I didn’t understand it. I still don’t.”
“Do you want to see where this can go? Where we can go? More than politics or war. More than duty. Do you want to build something real with me?”
“We shouldn’t.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“What’s on your mind?”
“You.”
"I know close to nothing about love and romance. Before you, I never wanted to know. But now that I've had a taste of it, of you, I never want to go back to how I used to be. I never want to know a day where you're not beside me."
"You can't feel that strongly already. It's too soon."
"Don't tell me what I can or can't feel. Because I only needed a single moment to know I belong to you."
"You're so precious to me, Daman. More precious than anyone or anything on this earth. When I'm with you, I don't need wings to fly."
“I upset Envy.”
“Envy’s a dramatic bitch who blows everything out of proportion.”
“You’re not good enough for him,” Envy told me. […]“He wishes he chose someone else.”
“Look at me!” Warrin came into focus in front of me, chest heaving. “Don’t listen to Envy.” “But—” “No. It’s your turn to listen while I speak.” He gripped the side of my neck. “I know close to nothing about love and romance. Before you, I never wanted to know. But now that I’ve had a taste of it, of you, I never want to go back to how I used to be. I never want to know a day where you’re not beside me.”
“You can’t feel that strongly already. It’s too soon.”
“Don’t tell me what I can or can’t feel. Because I only needed a single moment to know I belong to you.” […]
Envy was quiet.
“I only belong to you. My body only responds to you, Daman. You are everything I never knew I needed until the morning I first saw you.”
“You’re precious to me.”
“Winter. Ice. A wedding with a dragon. All things I had to look forward to.”
Yay me.
“Hard on the outside. A big softie on the inside.”
“Okay. I was kind of crushing on my own husband.”
“It was easier not to care.”
“My standoffish behavior chased people away, just as I’d intended. I was used to fading into the background and only being seen when I wanted to be.”
“The backs of my eyes burned with tears as I curled up and put my arms over my head, trying to block out the vile words I could never escape. No one would ever make me more miserable than I made myself. Happiness was an illusion. For me, anyway.”
“He treated me delicately, but it didn’t make me feel weak. I felt… cherished.”
“I had been shitty to a lot of people in my life. My bitter attitude made me miserable to be around, and I often said hurtful things. But I didn’t want to hurt Warrin. The thought alone made my gut knot up.”
Daman was like one of those flowers that only bloomed beneath the moonlight. A beauty only a rare few ever got to see. And he was blooming for me, his skin soft like petals and his lips even softer. Asa was so wrong. Being with Daman didn’t make me a victim of fate’s plan. I was stronger because of him. Happier. And I’d destroy anyone or anything that dared take him from me.
My relationship with Warrin might’ve started as an arranged marriage between strangers, but we were building something solid, brick by brick, kiss by kiss. No one could take that from me. Not even myself.
Snow started to fall. A flake landed on Daman’s cheek, and he stared up at the sky through the clearing of trees. “Hey, War?” He softly smiled. “It’s just like a snow globe. Reminds me of home.” Home.
The flame spread across the wood, slow at first, then consuming it. Much like my feelings for Daman. He had consumed me, body and soul. I couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it had happened. The match was lit the second I first laid eyes on him, then before I knew it, I was burning.