When He Takes -fallen God 2- - Gabrielle Sands -

It was an awful sound. Broken. Beautiful. The sound of a ruin learning to stand again.

Instead, I watched him kneel among the ruins of the celestial court, his massive wings—once white, now the color of bruised storm clouds—folded tight against his back. The other gods had fled. The mortal army had scattered. Only the two of us remained in the great hall, surrounded by fallen pillars and the soft, terrible sound of ash drifting through broken windows.

In the silence, I remembered what the old texts said about the Fallen God’s curse. That he would destroy whatever he loved most. That his touch was ruin. That his heart beat only to break the world. When he takes -Fallen god 2- - Gabrielle Sands

Of me.

For the first time in a thousand years, the Fallen God laughed. It was an awful sound

Outside, the other gods were gathering their armies. Inside, Valdís pressed his lips to my throat—not to break, but to breathe.

“To scream.”

He finally turned. His eyes—one silver, one gold—held the weight of every god he’d devoured, every realm he’d unmade. But beneath that ancient hunger, something else flickered. Something that looked almost like fear.

“Good,” I answered, and pulled him closer. “So am I.” Because some falls aren’t endings. They’re the first step toward something the gods never anticipated: A monster loved. And a monster who loves back. The sound of a ruin learning to stand again