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

by Lisette Marshall

Another wobbly laugh escaped him. It fell from his lips with a sincerity that bordered on the heartbreaking, even these quiet chuckles bursting with awe and marvelling

‘You could never hurt me like she did unless you abruptly stopped giving a damn about me,’ he said quietly. ‘Which was never the case. So you’re in no way bringing back those years – I just don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to feel like … like I may not be quite worthy of you either, in the end.’ ‘Like

‘I’m saying I love him to pieces,’ I pleasantly corrected. ‘Gods help me,’ he muttered, burying his face in his hands. ‘Because you’ve seen what he looks like?’ I scoffed. ‘No. Because he’s the only damn person in this world who’s never tried to make me more than I can be or less than I am. Because he makes me laugh when I’m frightened. Because he knows what it’s like to be everyone’s weapon. Because he stops me from doubting myself. Do I need to continue?’