A Reign of Rose (The Sacred Stones, #3)

by Kate Golden

In this moment, we were together. Not joyful, admittedly, but we had some sort of resigned peace shared between us. A bare, honest intimacy.

“This is…for me?” “Who else?” He placed the final candle along the brick beneath his feet. “Everything…it’s all for you.”

“It kills me, bird, that I cannot promise you any of it. All I can promise you is myself—my love, my respect, my devotion—every day that we have together, and every day that exists beyond then.” Kane’s eyes gleamed. “In life, in death, my soul is yours. Arwen, will you be my wife?”

“I’m only afraid of being without you. In death. In life. It’s all the same to me if we aren’t together.”

“My thorn,” I said, realizing I’d been gently rubbing my stomach as I’d come to do so often the past few months, “is that I don’t really know what tomorrow will bring.”

“And my rose,” I said, appraising the warm, full, grateful faces before me—all that breathtaking love and bright possibility…“is the same.”