The Oath We Give (Hollow Boys, #5)

by Monty Jay

Silas died twice during surgery. He died and came back to life twice. He'd died and come back to me, just to prove I wasn't cursed. I argue that it was him defying death that broken my wicked spell. Silas was willing to cross the grim reaper just to show me I was worth the return. I wanted to spend the rest of my life returning the favor. Proving I was worthy of a love like his. That what I am, Hex?" He hums, turning around to face me, his hands cupping my face, "Your curse breaker?" "You are everything, Silas Hawthorne. Everything." I lean into his touch, smiling as I press my lips to his thumb, "Even if you are painting your office that ugly-ass orange color." He laughs, deep and soaked in whiskey. Addictive. I've slowly learned that the past doesn't matter when you give the rest of your life to someone like Silas. When you know he'll have the start and end to all of your days. Everything before him? It doesn't exist, he won't allow it. The pain, the hurt, the misery. None of it matters when I'm with him. I'm not the cursed witch of Ponderosa Springs. I'm not hard to love. Silas loves me like breathing, easy, naturally, like he was made for it. And I love him carefully, tenderly like he's the only thing keeping me alive. Our love is a living, breathing thing–it fills us up until there's no room for anything else. Those might have been my mother's vows to my father in that courthouse, but they were meant to be said by me to him. I will forever be his peace when the world ...