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.

“If my words have bewitched your son, then know that his possess the same magic for me,” she said, reflexively touching her wedding band again.

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.

Should I be surprised that I was falling in love with you a second time?

Write to me and fill my empty spaces.

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.

All morning, Roman had watched as Dacre tore some pages out, tossing them to burn in the fire. Pages of myths that could never be reclaimed. Pages that Dacre didn’t like because their ink limned his true nature. It made Roman’s head ache. All those pages, lost to ash. His grandfather’s books ruined.

I would be devastated...

“Write me a story where there is no ending, Kitt. Write to me and fill my empty spaces.”