Anathema (The Eating Woods, #1)

by Keri Lake

he’d have torn through the folds of time to punish whoever had laid hands on her.

He’d lived too long with the practicality of knowing the stars were too far out of reach, and yet, in his arms lay the brightest of them all. The girl with the moon in her eyes and fire in her soul.

“You consume me entirely, little moon witch.”

“You are mine, moon witch. For all eternity and whatever lies beyond it. No soul has ever been more intricately woven into mine than yours.”