Rebel Witch (The Crimson Moth, #2)

by Kristen Ciccarelli

FOR THE BRAVE ONES WHO LIGHT THE WAY

“I may not know Rune Winters,” he whispered, his mouth an inch from hers. “But I know the Crimson Moth. And she is no caged thing.”

If this was weakness, he wanted to be weak. If this was sin, let him be damned to hell.

Kissing Rune was like a realignment. There was before, when everything was off its axis. And there was after, when everything was steady and right.