Nalini Singh

Love, he thought as he held her to his heart, was an agony beyond compare

“It began with a bloodborn angel and ended in ambrosia.”

For her, love would only ever have a single face, and it was his

No one else had a claim on her.

Every white knight needed a deadly black sword at his back

“The only orders I take are my own.” And Sahara’s. But Ena Mercant didn’t need to know that.

He had never loved before her and he would never love after her—there was no after Elena for him.

When our winter comes, I’ll go to sleep in your arms with a smile

Every other beautiful man in the world could go jump in the molten heart of a volcano and she wouldn’t care

And he hadn’t backed down from anything