Wickedly Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #2)

by Jennifer Chipman

“I love you. Fates, but I do. You taught me what it was like to love someone and what it was like to be loved in return. No one’s ever cared about me, not like you do. I’ve spent the last three hundred years wondering what it might be like when I finally found you, but my dreams pale in comparison to the reality of you. You’re my moon, Luna. Even when you’re not around, I can feel my pull to you. You’re the brightest thing in my night sky. The thing I always look for to know I’m home. And if I had to do it all again—struggle through every hardship—I would, knowing you were waiting for me at the end.”