The Fallen and the Kiss of Dusk (Crowns of Nyaxia #4)

by Carissa Broadbent

“Billions of threads,” she murmured, “and not a single one where you say no.”

was so grateful for those tears, paint strokes of mortality all over the constellation of her freckles.

But there was nothing, nothing, that could quite prepare you for the way someone looked when they were truly desperate not to meet death. Let them go, all rationality commanded.