Lore of the Tides (Lore of the Wilds #2)

by Analeigh Sbrana

From the moment I met you, all that I was, all that I had been, was undone because all that mattered—was you.”

“Come back to me, Lore.” His voice was gruff, thick with emotion. “I am no writer; I can’t tell our story without you.”

“I am yours until the seas run dry and the earth dissolves to dust.”

“The choice was easy, as you were never an option.” She huffed a laugh, checking her nails. “You’ve turned bitter, Syrelle, and I’ve just gotten better.” He flinched away from her as if her words had indeed harmed him. “Easy?” A hollow, humorless laugh of his own cleaved free from his chest. “You claim that there was ‘never a choice,’ but you loved me once.” His gaze swept away from hers, over the wharf, but his look was distant. He wasn’t truly seeing the commotion of the port. “Just know, I wouldn’t have made you choose.”

eyes. “I wouldn’t have made you choose. If you had wanted, you could have had us both.”

IM GAGGED

She couldn’t fight it anymore. She would be adrift in a sea of darkness if she were forced to live in a world without Syrelle. She couldn’t help but love him, even though she’d tried not to.

“Truly, though, you have so much on your plate, you won’t even notice that I’m gone.” “Oh, I think I will,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he took another step toward Lore. He gently lifted a stray curl, twirling it around his finger as if savoring the last strands of their connection. “The world doesn’t feel quite as bright when you are not here to add your light.”

“I will love you until they put me in the ground, and even then, my love will endure.”

“And you, who stubbornly refused to leave my heart, though I asked it quite nicely to let you go . . . well, a piece of it will always belong to you.”