The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)

by Amber V. Nicole

“In life or death, I am yours.” He smiled, gripping my pinky and placing a kiss on our conjoined fingers. He rested our hands over his chest, and I felt the rhythmic beat of his heart match my own.

Poets would break their wrists, trying to transcribe the words he gave to me.

Oh, my love. How Death has wounded you.

Oh my heart…

How many times can one heart break?

So far I've lost count :/