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

by Carissa Broadbent

Mische Iliae would be remembered by the bones of time itself, and I knew it because I would write her story there with my blood if I had to.

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

Facts Asar 🤏🏾🤏🏾🤏🏾

And a voice, quiet and booming at once, said, “Get your hands off my wife.”

Pardon ? 🤭

“Once I had thought you were the wiser one in the family. And yet, you drag me out here and you threaten what’s mine. As if she’s just an object to be used for your purposes.”

“For whatever of your mistakes, Mische Iliae,” he said, quietly, firmly, “for whatever of your faults, for whatever unintended pains you may bring this world, I will love you anyway.”

She tasted like redemption.

“If I ever hurt her,” I said, “I’d hand you the blade myself.”

“There,” he murmured. “Now we can both be imperfect together.”