Caution to the Wind (The Fallen Men, #7)

by Giana Darling

A white knight didn’t just come in shining armour. My knight came in leather.

“You don’t have to return or even like my feelings for you, but I will not be ashamed of the way I feel. You’re my white knight, and it doesn’t matter if you’re too old or too outlaw or too whatever else you want to throw at me. I know in my bones that I’ll always feel this way about you.

“My love for you isn’t conditional on you loving me back,”

Because the truth was he might have been the hero in my story, but I’d always be the girl who’d made his a tragedy.

It was the sensation of bein’ seen at your very worst and not bein’ found wantin’. No, it was the exact opposite. It was bein’ seein’ at your worst, on the precipe of burnin’ down the whole world for selfish reasons, and bein’ encouraged to take your fill.

“A knight is just a person who always tries to be better and do their best, even if they don’t always succeed. The goodness of a soul should be determined by the attempts it makes to do right just as much as for its successes.”