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.

She’s a compulsion I can’t shake. An addiction I’m desperate to feed. A high I never want to come down from.

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. If she were to claim me as hers, as I long to claim her as mine, the world itself would come to life, full of color and possibility.

“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.”

She’s a storm that’s swept me up and consumed me so deeply that I’m both irrevocably broken and beautifully

“Some things are too imprinted to ever disappear, no matter how much time passes.”

“Every day you continue to amaze me. One day, when I get to claim you, body and soul, I’ll show you just how much you do.”

“Harbingers’ hearts no longer beat. But your heart, your beautiful fucking heart, I can feel from anywhere.”

It’s easy to be blind to the things we don’t want to see, even when they’re right in front of us.”

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

“You’re a natural.” “It’s easy to be when I’m yours.” Yours.

“I’m yours, Jax. And you are mine. My mate. My love. My life.”

Dance may be the love of my life, but Jax is the love of my existence.