Deacon (The Sovereign Mountain, #3)

by Raya Morris Edwards

“You’d better put a ring on that girl,” he says. My brain doesn’t catch up with my mouth before I answer. “I plan on it,” I say.

“I can’t get back your collection,” he says, tucking my hair behind my ear. “But when it’s summer again, you can start a new one.”

I need him the way I need the stars, and I believe with every fiber of my body that, like those stars, at the darkest hour, he’ll appear.