Rebel Witch (The Crimson Moth, #2)

by Kristen Ciccarelli

Instead, he’d found this Rune. His Rune. A total mess. The basest part of him wanted to tilt her head back and kiss her until she told him why she was crying.

I know the Crimson Moth. And she is no caged thing.

I would have married you in a heartbeat, had you asked me. That’s how desperately I wanted to be yours.

“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.”

“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.”

Sometimes our paths must diverge from those we love. But if love is the highest power, our paths will converge again—if not in this world, then the next.

Even in death, my love, you are a wonder.