Daggermouth (The Heart Duology)

She has a name for him, and it isn't his.

Daggermouth. Sharp-tongued, ruthless, and standing directly between Sera and everything she's worked for. When fate forces them into an uneasy alliance, she tells herself the heat between them is nothing but fury dressed in poor lighting. She's wrong.

He doesn't pretend to be gentle. He doesn't pretend at all — except when it comes to not wanting her. That particular lie requires more effort with every passing day.

Their words have always drawn blood. Every argument is a sparring match neither can afford to lose, every stolen glance a concession neither will admit to making. But somewhere between the accusations and the almost-touches, the battle lines begin to blur. Trust, that reckless and inconvenient thing, starts to take root in the cracks they've torn in each other.

Daggermouth isn't a love story built on soft edges. It's built on the moment you realize the person who got under your skin has become the only one who truly sees you — and you have to decide whether that terrifies you or saves you.

Some enemies don't become lovers gradually. They become lovers all at once, like a wound finally opening.

*The question isn't whether they'll fall. It's whether either of them will survive it.*