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

by Kate Golden

With no fanfare or theatrics, Kane knelt on one knee before me and said, “You deserve far more. You deserve a long life and children if you’d like them and days upon days without fear. Acres of flowers and all the cloverbread that can be baked.” A quiet, tearful laugh tumbled out of me. “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?” My chest expanded. I could hardly breathe past the swell of it. “I love you,” I whispered. “Is that a yes?” he whispered back, roguish smile melting my heart. I nodded vigorously.