kitap alıntısı #91, King of Wrath - Ana Huang

        The tension was so thick I could taste it in my throat, but I pushed forward, unwilling to let him off the hook so easily.

        “We’re only together because of a deal you made with my father. What’s it to you if my ex shows back up in my life? You know the wedding would move forward either way,” I said. “Are you afraid I’ll break the engagement? Run off with Heath and leave you looking like a fool in front of your friends? Why do you care?”

        “I don’t know!” The force of his reply stunned me into silence.

        Dante’s granite mask cracked, revealing the torment underneath.

        “I don’t know why I care. I just know I do, and I hate it.” Self-loathing coated his voice. “I hate the idea of you touching anyone else, or anyone else touching you. I hate that other people can make you laugh in a way I can’t. I hate how I feel around you, like you’re the only person that can make me lose control when I. Don’t. Lose. Control.”

        Every word, every step brought him closer until my back pressed against the wall and the heat of his body enveloped mine.

        “But I do.” His voice dropped, turning ragged. “With you.”

        My blood thundered in my ears, muffling his words until I was underwater and drowning in a sea of emotions.

        Shock, hope, fear, elation, uncertainty…they all mingled until they were indistinguishable from each other.

        “I don’t know isn’t good enough,” I whispered.

        Once upon a time, it would’ve been. But we’d passed that marker long ago.

- Ana Huang, King of Wrath (Kings of Sin #1)