A Dawn with the Wolf Knight (Married to Magic, #5)

by Elise Kova

My home is not a place, it is a person. When I look into his eyes, I am home. We are not kept by lands, or bloodlines, or any vow but the one we made to each other.

Glimpses of events rush past me, current, past, and future. There’s a large hall, occupied by kings and queens. A celebration in a fae castle with a young child and her parents of two worlds. A festival in snowcapped mountains, overseen by a woman in a blacksmith’s apron. A quiet cottage, on what side of the Fade, I cannot tell…but it feels like home. A pot simmers on the stove over Folost. Mary is in the windowsill. And in the window beyond… I blink and it’s gone. But I saw Evander and three children playing in the tall grasses beyond. No child alike. None who have our jaws or our hair—none who came from my womb. But all undeniably ours.