The Unbound Witch (Unmarked, #2)

by Miranda Lyn

“King,” he slurred. “I think there’s a wee ghosty behind you.” I twisted my mouth into a grimace. “This is the guy we’re trusting to sail through the storms at the border?” “Don’t worry, Ghosty. Crow’s been sailing longer than you’ve been dead,” Atlas said, a lopsided smirk on his irritating face. “I hate to break it to you, dog, but that’s not saying much.”

“First of all, I’m not a wraith, as it turns out. I’m a wish, and apparently it’s different.” “A wish, huh?” Atlas smirked, his scar wrinkling over his forehead. “You look like a wraith, smell like a wraith and definitely have the attitude of one. I’d say you’re a wraith.”

“Don’t hug me like it’s goodbye,” he whispered, hardly a space between us. “It’s going to work, and then we’ll walk right back up to our home and lay in our bed, holding each other until the sun rises.” “I love you,” I said, moving to kiss his lips. “More today than yesterday, and even more tomorrow.” He shook his head, giving me a warning. “Don’t do that.” “I’m not.”