Where the Library Hides (Secrets of the Nile #2)

by Isabel Ibañez

For the readers who stayed up all night agonizing over the epilogue in What the River Knows: This one is dedicated to you.

I will honor and protect you but only obey you if you’re being reasonable. Actually, you might expect me not to obey you at all. It goes against my nature, and I’d prefer to begin marriage by being honest.” His lips twitched in response. Fortified, I pressed on. “I will be faithful, and I will respect you—unless you do something unworthy of it, then God help you.” I thought Whit would laugh, but he remained silent. “In sickness and in health, I will be yours for all the days of my life.”

He pulled me closer until I was flush with the long line of his body, and I let out a protest. He looked down at me, a sardonic curve to the blunt edge of his mouth. “I’m not going to ravish you against this column, Olivera. I just don’t want you to be seen.”

I’d been falling in love with Whit slowly, under the river’s surface, in a lost burial chamber, in a makeshift tent, on a boat.

Imagine falling in love this way

there was comfort in performing a ritual, even one as ordinary as pouring tea.