Year Four (Kingmakers, #4)

by Sophie Lark

But I would pass the rest of my days in darkness if I could see my wife one last time. I’ve been torn in half. The other part of me is wandering, searching . . . longing for me as I’m longing for her. I know she’s looking for me. I know it as well as I know my own thoughts.

We draw life from each other. In the time we’ve been apart, we’ve both been slowly dying.

I don’t want air. I don’t want sun. I don’t want anything but her.