Ruthless Vows (Letters of Enchantment, #2)

by Rebecca Ross

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.

There was a right and wrong answer, and Roman hesitated, torn between the typewriter that had reminded him of his name and the one that reminded him that he was alive.

Mortals are often afraid of the things they don’t understand.”

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.