Quotes
"Göreceğiz," dedi Hunt. "Hortlaklardan başka endişelenecek bir şey yok. Bir de hayaletlerden. Bir de Ruhn'ın dediği gibi 'ürpertici şeyler'den."
Then she stood there with him, on his raft. Lidia. Fire streamed off her body, but he could see her perfect face. The most beautiful female he’d ever seen. A flawless mask over a rotted heart.
His enemy. His lover. The soul he’d thought was—
Et in Avallen ego.
Even in Avallen, there am I.
But inside him, beyond that sea of pain and despair, Bryce was the entirety of his world.
His mate. His wife. His princess.
Prince Hunt Athalar Danaan. He would have hated the last name were it not for the fact that it was a marker of her ownership over his soul, his heart.
There was Bryce, and nothing else.
Pain and dark and quite. That was the entirety of Hunt Athalar’s world.
Ruhn Danaan, Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae, was staring at her.
The prince’s striking blue eyes were sharp with loathing.
For her.
Hurt flashed in her eyes, and it was kindling to his temper. How dare she look that way, look like she was hurt, when it was his fucking heart—
“You’re dead to me.” Ruhn hissed, and vanished.