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.

“People are allowed to have their own opinions and beliefs on divinity, whether they worship them or not. We can’t control that.”

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.

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.

“Fire!” She came between Roman and the rifle just as gunshots cracked through the air.

And that, he had come to realize, was when his best words emerged. When he was with her.