Duskbound

by Bree Grenwich

We had been thriving while another realm turned to dust.

"That's the thing about power—it's not about controlling it perfectly. It's about choosing to keep fighting even when it feels impossible."

"It's about choosing to keep fighting even when everything inside you wants to give in."

What caught me off guard, though, was the pair of wire-rimmed reading glasses perched on his nose, shadowing the contour of his cheekbones.

"Because I don't care to watch you die."

No. I was done letting others define me. Done being what everyone else wanted me to be. I might be caught between two realms, but those parts of me—the ones that made me a weapon, an asset, something to be feared or welded or forged… Those parts belonged to me.

Aether had the Sentinel pinned against the wall, his hand locked around the man's throat. The Sentinel's eyes rolled back as he slumped, unconscious. The other guard retreated instantly, pulling the door closed behind him.

i’m in LOVEEEEEEEEEEE

"You will never speak to her that way again."

"I'll be with you. Always."

"Everything you've done since you've been in Umbrathia has been selfless. I've never wanted to know someone so much."

"I already told you." His voice was low, dangerous. "I'm with you. Always."