In this fairy tale, I’m not the hero who scales the drawbridge. I’m the wolf who darkens the door.” He was so close now that he was nearly pressed against her. “And when I do valiantly scale bridges to save the princess, it’s only because I intend to burn those bridges down.

You have a reputation to uphold. Ask me that once more, and I might think you care about me.

I know what you’re thinking, Princess, but don’t you remember what I told you? What I warned you about?”She shook her head.The edges of his lips turned up slightly, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. Not by a long shot. He wasn’t ready for what was between them to end either. She sensed it.“All great romances end tragically,” he’d said.

You’re playing with fire,” he warned.“I’ve never been afraid of fire,” she whispered back.

If there was one thing she’d learned about this wicked cowboy wolf, it was that he might have been a damn good villain, but when it came to protecting her, nothing would stand in his way.

Nothing good ever comes from deals with a devil like me.

You don’t scare me,” she whispered.“Pity,” he said. “I should.

The Rogue. The Dark Devil. The King of the Misfit Wolves. She’d heard the nicknames more than once.

I warned you I was no hero.”“You were,” she said. “You were once, for me, but not now. You failed to tell me that you weren’t just a villain. You’re worse.” She struggled to hold back her tears. “You’re a monster.