Broken by Daylight (Beasts of the Briar, #4)

by Elizabeth Helen

“Dramatic?” My smile curves. “Dramatic would be saying that even if there was nothing left of me but shadows, I would know you.”

“Oh, we’ve met before,” she says. “We’ve met in the songs of Spring and in the tides of Summer. We’ve met with each harvest of Autumn, and through the storms of Winter. You’ll find me there, dear one, whenever you need me.”

Oh, I’m going to fucking survive this fight. I’m going to fucking survive it just so I can get to Keldarion and tell him what a rotten, pigheaded, selfish, idiotic, icy bastard he is.

“You have made a very poor choice, Queen of the Below.”

YOU TELL HER ROSE

I did love Kel. I loved him like the night sky must love the moon, to have been denied forever the promise of sunlight, yet still get to gaze on something so bright. Even now, every part of me aches for him, even though our love has always been a constellation of unattainable dreams. I love him because of it and despite it.”