Queens of Mist and Madness (Fae Isles, #4)

by Lisette Marshall

Every morning that I wake up with you in my arms, you change the world all over again, and I want more of that – more of everything you make me see and feel. So I’m not going anywhere – not as long as you’re with me. Do I need to make that any clearer?’

‘I just had to spend six hours with a mage who wasn’t you,’ I interrupted, voice wry. ‘It was a helpful reminder of how absolutely miserable most people are at reading my mind,