Rebel Witch (The Crimson Moth, #2)

by Kristen Ciccarelli

“You are far worse than a thorn in my side,” he said, his dark eyes gleaming at her. “You are a knife in my heart.”

The angst. 🥵

Rune inhaled. Breath filled her lungs, expanding her chest. It, too, was wondrous. She pushed it out again, into the world, then sucked it back in. Why hadn’t she known what a precious gift it was, this breath, flowing in and out, over and over, every day?