“I’m sorry I was cold to you,” he whispered. “What I said in that place…I meant it. My spirit doesn’t belong to me anymore. It belongs to the girl with too much love inside her, the girl whose light scatters the darkness. My spirit wants the patron saint of ugly pups, toxic frogs, and foolish half kings.” His gaze moved over her face, burning her everywhere it landed. “I want you, Cerise. I’m sorry I gave you any reason to doubt that.”
