A Twist of the Blade (Shadows and Crowns, #2)

by S.M. Gaither

“But I’ve realized something over the past years,” Rhea continued, “and I suppose I’ve never told this to you, either. So listen very closely, now—pain is not a competition. Everyone has their own battles. Their different hells. Different demons. And you don’t have to apologize for the things that hurt you, as I said, or for what you have to do to survive these things—not to me or to anyone else.”

“There are many different threads of color surrounding you. Some I recognize because I have seen them before—the energy of Sun, Moon, Star, Storm, and Sky-kind. But there is a sixth thread that I do not recognize.”

“Well, you can no longer blame my dress for whatever sinful things are playing out in your head.” He opened his eyes and looked her over. “My thoughts remain unchanged,” he informed her, “and ever as sinful as before.”

Elander out here dropping lines.