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478 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 24, 2019
Elena P. Deveraux, Guild Hunter and consort to an archangel, was not about to let the Cascade twist her personality to bitterness and despair. She was going to fucking own this new chance at life.
"Wings do not make you my lover. That has always been your heart, your spirit, your courage—and your fury.”
War was a certainty.
He brushed his hand over the near-white silk of her hair, what he felt for her such a huge violence inside him that it had no name. “To the end and beyond, hunter-mine.”
"He had such a wicked laughter in his eyes." Love was an ache in Caliane's voice. "I knew him as a new member of the Cadre, but that was what first drew me to him as a man—his laughter. I heard it across a crowded marketplace and I had to know who it was that laughed with such open, unashamed happiness." A glow suffused her face, her eyes luminous. "He had mischief in him, too. He made me remember the girl I'd once been, the woman beneath the archangel." The next word she spoke were in a language Elena didn't understand. . .
I don't really need a translation, I guess. Pierce love had a favor, a hidden song within. She really misses him