Etched in Frost (Hallowed Harbingers #1)

by L.R. Friedman

For all the times you felt invisible or wasted energy wishing the wrong people would take notice. I’m here. … And I see you.

maybe there’s a place for me. Somewhere I’m a little less alone and ashamed of what I’ve lost.

She’s become my heartbeat. The only one I have now. She pulses with a certainty that is etched into my skin and sinks deep into my bones.

“You deserve someone hellbent on loving you.” The air sweetens, the pulse within me amplifying. I swallow down what the sensations do to me. “You deserve someone who listens, wants to learn you and your body inside and out, sees your presence in their life for the gift that it is. You deserve someone who makes you feel alive.”

I need to pretend I’m okay, even if I’m far from it. There’s something about other people seeing the ugly shards of my losses that makes me feel like I’ll shatter beyond repair.

I hate what he did, but I hate that I allowed myself to be something for him he would never be for me. He doesn’t deserve me. He never did.

“You aren’t just anything, Tempest,” Jax says, platinum brows drawing together, tone deadly serious. “You are everything.”