Wadelis Rodriguez

“But you should know,” I breathed, “that if a man touches me in any way without my permission, I’ll cut him open.” I paused for effect, dragging the knife from his throat to his navel and beyond. He swallowed hard. “Even if that man is my husband.”
― Shelby Mahurin, Serpent & Dove

“You're to be my wife." Catching up to her in two strides, I reached out to grab her arm, but stopped short of touching her. "That means you'll obey me."
"Does it?" She raised her brows, still grinning. " I suppose that means you'll honor and protect me, then? If we're adhering to the dusty old roles of your patriarchy?"
I shortened my pace to match hers. "Yes."
She clapped her hands together. "Excellent. At least this will be entertaining. I have many enemies.”
― Shelby Mahurin, Serpent & Dove

“Excellent. At least this will be entertaining. I have many enemies."
"Imagine that."
"I wouldn't, if I were you . . . You'll have nightmares for weeks.”
― Shelby Mahurin, Serpent & Dove

“flung my arms around his neck and kissed him. He pulled away for a fraction of a second, startled, but then he fisted the fabric at the back of my cloak and crushed me to him, mouth hard and unrelenting.”
― Shelby Mahurin, Serpent & Dove