A Discovery of Witches - Kit/Matthew
“Matthew, don’t do this,” Kit begged. He remembered a time when he used to have dignity where Matthew de Clermont was concerned. No longer.
He wanted to throw himself at Matthew, wind himself around him, cajole and seduce him back to his old self. The man who held his eye in public a moment too long, his stare sharp, full of unspoken demands. The man who read Kit’s impassioned prose back to him, laughing; his cruelty a necessary lesson.
“That book is a grimoire, full of grotesque alchemy, it’s power corrupts.”
Matthew’s eyes were devastatingly kind, “But she needs it.”