Bone Island: Book of Danvers (Tales of Weeping Hollow, #2)

by Nicole Fiorina

“In my … religion,” I began to say, quickly catching myself, “we believe every person has a perfect match, their other half, a soulmate, but not every person finds them. When they do, it’s a pretty big deal. Finneuma means Final Breath.” “Finneuma,” he repeated. “Your air. Your inhale. Your reason to take your every next breath until your last.”

Pain doesn’t take away pain.”

I’ve suffered far worse, so losing you will not break me.” His words were catching in his chest, his eyes glassy and wild. “You cannot break me.”

Light flooded in. Julian Blackwell stood on the other side, awaiting him. Julian’s brows jumped. “Well, hello, you mysterious motherfucker.”

Besides, hearts should never have to apologize for feeling the same as the night should never have to apologize for breathing.