The Songbird & the Heart of Stone (Crowns of Nyaxia, #3)

by Carissa Broadbent

It didn’t matter, though—words, she’d learned, were only one small part of a connection. And she sensed something in this man that was much more complicated than what she’d been told vampires were.

She had given her life to spreading the light. She had reached out to countless broken souls. She’d seen time and time again that no matter how dark a person’s past, a little flicker of light still shone in every single heart.

“No living creature is soulless. And no living creature deserves to be killed for fun.”

And there was nothing more dangerous than a sin that felt right. Nothing.

I looked over my shoulder at Asar. And I almost stumbled at the sight of him—eyes shining, hands moving, a little dot of water that had dripped from his hair hanging onto the tip of his nose for dear life. And he was smiling in a way that made the entire world stop, a smile that reminded me of the way the sun looked when it crested the horizon the first time I saw it at the Citadel, and I had thought, I am home. I am home.