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

by Wendy Heiss

After so long in her duty as a Reaper, Silene knew for certain that if love was all it took to save someone, they’d all be eternal.

“There hasn’t been a moment ever since the first time I found you that I’ve looked away.”

“Beg,” she said, spinning to him. “Get on your knees and beg for it. Maybe I will consider it.”

“My taunting eidolon, my lovely apparition, my beautiful phantom,” he murmured as a tear fell against the glass frame. “How many more nights must I mourn you?”

“All things die, Silene. All living things wish they could die by gentle hands. This rose will have the gentlest, kindest death of all. A mercy to wither in your hold.”

“You selfish God,” she whispered. “My pretty Reaper,”

Her soft voice was low, so low when she said, “Fool.” “I am. What else? Tell me what else?”