Vows & Ruins (The Legends of Thezmarr, #2)

by Helen Scheuerer

There was freedom in this, she realised abstractly as she reached the point of no return. There was freedom in letting go.

Althea Zoltaire had destroyed him. And it was the greatest privilege of his life.

‘Do you think all lovers of warriors are doomed from the start?’

Apprentice, friend, lover… The titles didn’t matter. Only the tether between them did, drawing them back to one another, over and over again.

There was no end to the wanting of her, the loving her. It was in his blood, etched in his bones, and it burned through him like wildfire.

‘If there’s one thing that transcends time and distance and all else, it’s love.’

He had fallen for her long ago, but what he’d failed to realise was that when it came to love, it wasn’t a single fall, but many, over and over. It