A Soul to Revive (Duskwalker Brides, #5)

by Opal Reyne

His to keep, to heal, to touch, to guide, and hopefully revive.

“I was brought into this world with him. We always lived it by each other’s side, and we should have left it together!”

if they don’t get reunited, my soul will shatter

it’s not a sword that leads, but a mind.

“Ingram. My name is Ingram. Do not take away my name when I only just obtained it.”

Why do guys always call you ugly when you don’t give them what they want?

She may not be Aleron, but for now, for tonight, she would provide him the tranquillity of sleeping next to someone.

“Quiet, Emerie’s stomach,” he grumbled, demanding it leave them be.

Dusk brought fear, but dawn chased away the shadows and everything that lurked within them.

“You smell like me.”

he he

“I do not know what to say to take this pain away from you,” he stated with a dark tenderness. “But I can hold you, as you did for me.”

“Just survive until I am me again, Emerie. No matter how.”

we figured out that only the bonded pair can see the black strings that tie us together, and other Duskwalkers and Phantoms can only see the flame itself.”

“I am not me without Aleron, but I also don’t want to be without you. I cannot choose.”

My tentacles ache to hold you, little butterfly.

“But I would like to rest with us as one.”

🤭

“I have a horn charm like you now,” Ingram said, his orbs turning bright yellow while his tail tip curled.

“Break my skull. Let me leave here. I cannot take it.”

excuse me as I cry into my pillow

I revived her, and now I will cherish her.

Her beauty deserved the light.