Where the Light No Longer Follows (Blue Fairytales, #3)

by Wendy Heiss

He wanted to remember her. Everything about her. He wanted everything about her engraved on his skin, for the ink to take root on his bones, for them to feed into his marrow.

“Sweet dreams, my ruin,” he murmured to the wind.

“Why won’t you talk to me, Silene?” The way he said her name, how every letter left his lips bewitched the very air she inhaled, almost leaving her heaving. “I hate that I have to look up at you every time I do so,” she lied. He stepped close to her, almost making her drop from her chair again when he got down to his knees right there at her feet. “Now talk to me.”