The Storm King had declared Violet his sovereign. He relinquished his crown to her. She liked this newfound power. A magic made from the two of them alone.

Eden’s hand trailed up her thigh. His lips followed the curve of her neck, each kiss pressed deeper into her skin. He leaned against the foot of his throne as she straddled him, hands moving for the ties on his tunic.

One by one she undid the strings. When she touched his bare chest magic rippled through her. Visions of ...