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

by Carissa Broadbent

I wasn’t angry. Anger was a fool’s emotion. It made you slow and stupid. What I felt was hatred. Cold, sharp, precise.

And for a split second, I felt her. Her. Far away, buried beneath the onslaught of sensations. But I’d know her anywhere. I’d memorized her soul. I’d pressed her final moments into my heart like preserved rose petals.

“Memorized her soul” I’ll throw up

“You came for me,” she murmured. “I told you that I would.”

WAAAHHHHH

Funny, how I’d never experienced the sensation of the sun falling over my face. But every time, I was so certain that it must feel something like Mische’s presence.

“I know what it looks like when a man is gone. And he is so far gone for you.”

“You will make mistakes,” I murmured. “And I will love you anyway.”