Bound by Ravens (Bound by Ravens, #1)

by Jesikah Sundin

“The most important part of the legend, Taryn, wasn’t that she was a virgin. Any maid would do, if so.” He tilted my head, then lowered his mouth to almost brush against mine, whispering, “It was that she be beautiful. And, love,” he paused, his voice growing rough, “your beauty is now proven legendary.”

I studied our entwining fingers as he pulled my hand to his lap. And, for a single flutter of my pulse, I felt the heartbreaking loss of him.

Yet, I couldn’t stop yearning for what could never be with him. Stars, it hurt to breathe. Grief pressed on my chest and I absently placed a hand to my heart to quiet the pain.

Here’s the lesson, mainlanders . . . don’t throw rocks at unnaturally pretty elven males in front of a witch’s cottage unless you’re willing to marry his arrogant, thieving arse. Bonus emotion: a willingness to eternally ache to be forever attached at his hip while wanting to punch that ridiculously beautiful face for making you fall for a life you can only have with him for a few stolen days. Additional perk: angry pining. Cursed stars, how I angry pined for him.

“Aye, you are mine, Taryn Brannon Ó Dair,” Finn said, a crack in his voice. “Mine. There is no future where this will never not be true for me. Even though I want you to find love and happiness, open your shop, and have all the children you desire. Even though I may never see you again after our curse is broken. Even though our marks will disappear. You will always be my wife, my mate.”