Ruthless Vows (Letters of Enchantment, #2)

by Rebecca Ross

“If my words have bewitched your son, then know that his possess the same magic for me,”

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.

The heat of his fingers seeped through her sleeve like sunlight. Iris reveled in the feel of his hand, holding her steady as if she straddled two worlds.

That hand had once caressed her in the darkness, the one and only night they had ever shared together. That hand had once worn a ring, a symbol of their vows, and had typed countless letters to her, words that had fed and comforted and strengthened her. That hand was terribly familiar; she would have known it was him touching her, even if her eyes had been closed.

He could wake in the deepest region of Dacre’s realm, as far from the moon and sun as divinity could shackle him. He could wake and not know his name, forgetting every word he had ever written. But he would never forget the scent of Iris’s skin, the sound of her voice. The way she had looked at him. The confidence of her hands. And he thought, There is no magic above or below that will ever steal this from me again.