Chapter 14
“Cut me. Bruise me. Shatter me. All of these things I can endure. But leave my heart alone. Please do not touch the one thing that cannot heal.” ~Cyn
The elf’s lips were warm against her own, and his hands roamed over her in a way that made it clear that he was familiar with her curves. Thalion, prince of the elves, had claimed Cyn as his mate, and he did not keep it a secret. He was bold and possessive, so unlike the males of her race—the fae.
Though the fae were the oldest and most powerful of the supernaturals, their couplings were not the result of the matching of souls. The fae were finicky when it came to their lovers, and, whether because of arrogance or simply because of a short attention span, they rarely chose one person for life. Cyn wasn’t too proud to admit that
