Beneath the Buried Sea (The Fatebound Duology, #2)

by Victoria Mier

Just a half-mad, not-quite-mortal woman who had more rage than real power.

home was him. The ocean eyes, the dark waves of raven hair, the low and quiet intensity, the powerful hands and unwavering relentlessness.

“Perhaps I am an old fool,” he murmured, his long fingers brushing away her tears, “but I do not believe a love as enormous, as magnetic, as unending as ours, could be a path to destruction.”

“I love you,” the Witch told the King, the words spoken solemnly, like they had the power to dispel prophecies and war. “And I love you,” the King replied in an exhale, as if what he felt for her stole the very air from his lungs.

That all of me belongs to you. That I was not even created with the capacity to love, and yet I love you eternally.”