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

by Penn Cole

I had little faith in gods or men, but I believed in the fearsome dedication of Luther Corbois with every fiber of my being.

“Desire is a pathetic word for what I feel for you. I require you. I am sustained by you. You are the flame that fuels my fire.

“You know I have faith in you. You, above all else. You are everything.”

Falling in love is an interesting metaphor.

“Around you, ‘impossible’ seems merely a suggestion.”

“I will never stop trying to protect you, but I know I can’t keep you from danger, either. All I ask is that you don’t do it alone. From now on, we face it together.”

“You gave us something to believe in, a reason to feel like we’re not in this alone,” he said, “We were always related—but you made us family.”

A flock of songbirds took flight in my chest, soaring and trilling their joy.