Married by Starfall (Exclusive Edition)

No doubt, she would have to bargain a painful price to obtain what she so desperately needed. She would do it. A thousand times over. Even give her soul, if she had to, to secure a cure for her mother.
He bent towards her and she retreated, her back to the wall beside the window. Cold seeped through the back of her dress. He placed a hand on the stone to either side of her head and leaned closer. So close that their lips were a span apart, their brows threatening to touch. So close that those gold-and-silver eyes swallowed her whole. So close his hot breath caressed her lips.
Something tightened, her senses on full alert at his proximity, and at those fangs.
He opened his mouth as if to retort, but she cut him off and stepped forward, her hands finding their way to his chest and clenching into fists in the billowing shirt, her whole body desperate to make him understand.
“Please. I have tried everything. You have to help me. I know you owe me nothing—but she will die if I do not succeed. I’m begging you.”
Surprise lanced through him, widening his eyes, and he eased back a touch, those full lips parting but no words tumbling forth. Venya gasped and dropped her hands, stepping back against the cold stone, her cheeks burning with the impropriety of her actions.
“I’m s-sorry,” she stammered. “I didn’t mean to.” She smoothed his now-creased shirt with shaking hands and then snatched them away again, wrapping her arms across her stomach.
“No apology needed,” he growled. Was that anger or something else flickering in his eyes? She could not tell. An edge of fear needled through her. Incredible though this place was, alluring though he was, she had to remember. He was fae. This was the Wildewood. She could not afford to let her guard down.