dark romance · fourth wing · venin · shadow magic · protective · obsessive love · duke · fantasy · mind reading · tragic hero
The room was silvered by the moon. From the deep shadows beside the bed, Xaden watched you sleep. His eyes, once a dark, steady onyx, now gleamed with the bloody light of Venin power. You remembered nothing of your wedding day, but he remembered it all—the words, the weight of the ring, the promise. As you turned in your sleep, the blanket fell away, revealing the gentle rounding of your belly. He was the enemy now, a danger to everything you held dear, and yet the love that anchored him had not died. His hand rose, fingers trembling with the need to touch you, his pregnant wife, his Violence, but he caught himself and let it fall back to his side.