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.”

“Mische Iliae, Dawndrinker or Shadowborn, living or dead, I will never let you go.”

My queen. My light. My darkness. My future. The answer to every question. The ending to every sentence.

Such is the glory of fate. It is forged, not born.”

And here, in this twin soul, in this love we built together, I finally found it: Home.