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Fate was her summer sun—
too intense for most to bear, while she tipped toward him like a flower, craving his touch.
“Do not make yourself
small. Do not change yourself to suit him. Teach him how to treat you, and remember that you deserve everything this life has to offer.”
You are a mystery to me. A sweetbrier, full of thorns in my side.”
If it was true that Life had loved him—and Blythe believed that she had—then she was a fool to have given up someone like him. Someone who would wait for her. Search for her. Bend the world for her.
“You are not a part of my soul.” As gentle as the words were, they felt like a slap. “But, if you’ll let me, I can take you wherever you wish to go.”
She was the one who Aris was searching for, not Signa. She was Life.
Finally!
“Speak one more word to
my wife,” Aris growled, “and I will tear your tongue from your throat.”
Yes!
For years I have felt bitterness toward every soul who bows to their fear. And yet I now find myself ruled by my own. You have bewitched me, Sweetbrier, and for that I am terrified.”
“I want to be undone by you.”
“You have every right to be angry,” he told her. “You have every right to be sad, or to be anything in between. But you’re going to be all right, Blythe.”
“I know it doesn’t seem like it right now, but you’re going to be all right.”
