Of Blood and Aether (Harbingers, #1)

by Harper Hawthorne

Was this a particularly healthy distraction? No. Was it right for me to do this? No. Did I particularly care at the moment? Also no.

I thought of that first day she’d caught my eye, the lemon-and-sunshine scent of her skin that immediately captured my attention. I hadn’t managed to look away since.

“Táieach kyn chroí, myon-Caindélach,” I whispered. I love you, Little Conduit.

I forgot to give this to you. I found it on the beach yesterday. Pretty sure it’s astral quartz. Either way, it made me think of you. Thank you for everything last night, Little Conduit. That was a gift I didn’t deserve—as are you.