The Curse of the Moonborn Lover: Chosen by the Beast with Golden Eyes

tic kind of red, either. This was more... raw. Ugly. Like something out of a fever dream you can't quite shake, no matter how hard you scrub your mind. The cliffs

ke claws, like the ghosts of every dead prince who'd ever tried to win her hand and wound up with a knife between the ribs instead. Down below, the ocean was in a full-on tantrum, waves smashing themselves to froth against t

to lie so well that even her father couldn't spot the truth. The court was a viper pit, and she'd danced through it in bare feet, leaving poison and rumors in her wake. Assassins? Check. Betrayal? Child's play. War? Please. And yet-her

st, all nerves and sharp edges, ready for a servant or her father to come stomping in with som

couldn't explain. Always the same scraps of memory: gold eyes, a voice like thunder, hands she couldn't see but could definitely feel. A promise, dark as spi

ad? Maybe. Who

g, and she didn't even bother to wipe up the spill. The fire in the hearth was dying, but the room felt

t, the fire went blue. Not just a flicker-a full, u

re, red as fresh blood. The stain spread across her chemise, wa

e flames. He filled the room-no, he owned it. Shoulders you could lay siegeworks on, body carved out of shadow and

g for the dagger in her boot. No hesitation. Th

ousecat, voice rolling out smoot

course he did. Didn't even flinch. The metal in his hand turned

ger tangled up in her chest. "I'll scr

o the fire's glow. "No

ce, the sort of face you'd see in a nightmare and wake up wanting. Black hair fell in messy waves, skin bronze, musc

velvet dragged over gravel, "I'd co

ing to fall into bed because some half-demon say

er, like she was a child throwing a tantrum. "Oh, I

e room tilted. He

I w

a moth. "Three lifetimes ago. You seduced me, t

tangled, torch in her hand, his scream echoing

o. That's insane. T

n any weapon. "Possible or not, it happened. You've alw

ht at her throat. Close enough that her skin prickled, but not touching. All heat an

ing hot, like scorched cedar after a lightning strike. Her body bet

ips barely grazed her ear, a whispe

rything. Until then... don't run, little

here he'd been, the room suddenly

flushed like she'd run for miles. That scream she'd bee

her chest, something old and hungry finally woke up. Whatever was

e wasn't sure sh