Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands (Emily Wilde, #2)

by Heather Fawcett

“Emily,” Wendell murmured without opening his eyes. “I’m here,” I said.

He murmured something else, and his eyelids fluttered. His dark green gaze caught on me, and I was certain he knew me this time.

With an oddly deliberate manner, he reached up and brushed the hair from my face with one fingertip, tucking it behind my ear. At that, the world split in two.