Song of Sorrows and Fate (The Broken Kingdoms, #9)

by L.J. Andrews

Don’t you take another step, Little Rose. You are mine.

“Say the word, Silas,” I whispered, tilting my head, “and I would follow you through the lifetimes.”

I don’t mind if you speak to shadows, Silas, but let me be the one to hold the candle and walk with you through the darkness.”

Silas, my phantom, my whisper, he wanted me to decide if my heart ached for him. It didn’t ache for him. It lived for him.

“I would wait a thousand lifetimes for you.”

“Careful what you ask for, Little Rose.”

“I choose you, Little Rose,” he whispered. “I always have. Fate be damned. I would choose you even if the Norns told me it was the wrong path.”