Ruthless Vows (Letters of Enchantment, #2)

by Rebecca Ross

I find that I am leaning more on the side of impossibility these days. I am leaning toward the edge of magic.

Perhaps it was her tone, or the words she didn’t say but which he could still hear, hidden within the cadence of her breaths. Or the way her vulnerability flickered, like she was lowering a piece of steel.

Their souls weren’t mirrors but complements, constellations that burned side by side.

He felt like he had only been looking at life through a periscope before. And now he saw how vast the horizon was.