Ruthless Vows (Letters of Enchantment, #2)

by Rebecca Ross

For anyone who sought a different realm through a wardrobe door, Who wrote a letter and is still waiting for a reply, Or who dreams of stories and bleeds words

But all good things eventually came to an end. And all songs had a final verse.

How utterly sobering it was, then, to realize how seldom daydreams like that aligned with reality.

The magic still gathers, and the past is gilded; I see the beauty in what has been but only because I have tasted both sorrow and joy in equal measures.

The problem is … I want to hear from you at all hours. I want to read your words. I am greedy for them. I am hungry for them.

You remember how you said that word to me in the infirmary, post-trenches? You believed I had come to the Bluff to outshine you. And I would speak this word back to you now, but only because I would love to see you burn with splendor. I would love to see your words catch fire with mine.

There is no magic above or below that will ever steal this from me again.