The Serpent and the Wings of Night (Crowns of Nyaxia Book 1)

“So many mistakes in the end,” he choked out. “Never you.”

“I have to go,” I blurted out, retreating to the window. “Don’t drink yourself to death, you old hag.”

“Don’t skewer yourself with that stick up your ass,” she retorted, wiping her eyes, all hints of her earlier vulnerability gone.

You’re too young and pretty to be so frightened of the world.

A dream could be whatever you needed it to be

Death isn’t frightening when weighed against an insignificant existence.”

Never trust. Never yield. Always guard your heart.

“You aren’t my prisoner,” he said. “You’re my queen.”

“Oraya of the Nightborn,” he murmured. “I give you my body. I give you my blood. I give you my soul. I give you my heart. From this night until the end of nights. From daybreak until our days are broken. Your soul is my soul. Your heart is my heart. Your pain is my pain. I bind myself to you.”

In this moment I recognized, with unmistakable clarity, that Raihn was in love with me.

“I love you. I loved you from the first moment.”