Heat of the Everflame (Kindred's Curse, #3)

by Penn Cole

“It is not just my body that craves you, Diem. It is my heart.” He clutched at his chest. “My scarred, ruined scrap of a soul. Your smiles, your affection, the way you look at me, the way you see me... that is my lifeblood. I would sooner wither without

food or water, sink into the sea until my lungs burst, abandon my magic and let my godhood burn me alive from within than endure one more day of life without you in it.”

“You look free,” I murmured. He smiled, easy and radiant. “I am. You freed me.”