Rebel Witch (The Crimson Moth, #2)

by Kristen Ciccarelli

He’d forgotten the way her eyes raged when she was angry. Like a storm he wanted to walk straight into.

“Aren’t you tired of this bitterness?” he asked her. “Aren’t you sick of the hate? Those are easy, Harrow. What’s difficult is refusing to harden your heart despite having every reason to. Despite knowing the odds are against you.” Rune had taught him that. “Live in the darkness too long, and eventually you won’t recognize the light,” he told her. “You’ll become like the monsters you hate.”

Even if we can’t bring down Cressida, Rune realized, the world we want to forge already exists. It was right here in this room. It was a world where enemies could be not just allies, but lovers and friends, and most of all, equals. It was a world where no one needed to hide who they really were.

Because for the first time in her life, she was completely herself. And that was worth everything. Even dying for.

“Sometimes our paths must diverge from those we love,” Antonio said as they rode, side by side, scanning the surrounding mountains. “But if love is the highest power, our paths will converge again—if not in this world, then the next.”