His Emotional Support Snack
I collared Esme so my court would stop asking questions.
Now I can’t survive a week without her.
I’m dying, and it can’t be bought off.
I did not come for her.
I came looking for my brother’s blood, hidden in a slum by a woman calling him her son.
I take them both. A captive in gold that everyone calls my favored pet.
A pet raises fewer questions than an heir.
But she doesn’t call me by my title. She calls me by my name.
Nobody else calls me that.
Her courage know no limits. Not in the way she treats me. Not in the way she speaks.
It has all eyes on us.
And every lord wants to know what I paid for her.
Nothing.
That’s what terrifies me.
She stays because she chooses to.
And that terrifies me because…
How do you hold on to something that you can’t buy?
Read on for a dying dark-elf warlord, a human who won’t kneel, forced proximity, and a cage he cannot wait to replace with something that says mine. For the Protheka girlies who love the dark. HEA Guaranteed!
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