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

“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.

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.

“It reminded me that I cannot hold those I love in a cage, even if it feels like protecting them.”

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

“Sometimes,” Iris began, “I don’t think we know what we’re made of until the worst moment possible happens. Then we must decide who we truly are and what is most important to us. I think we’re often surprised by what we become.”