The Second Death of Locke (The Hand and the Heart, #1)

by V.L. Bovalino

Even that made her sad: there were so many things on Locke, so many details, and she was the only one to hold them, to go on remembering when everything else was lost.

“Grey, beloved, you absolute fool—if that was the worst of you, then you remain a saint among us.” He shook his head wonderingly. “And I have been trying to make you see me as more than your mage for six years now.”

Kier laughed. “Grey, you’re a treasure beyond any imagining.”

His fingers moved along her jaw ever so carefully to cup her face. “I knew, when we swore our bond,” he said, “what I was doing. That I was giving all of myself to you. It’s a gift, Grey—it’s an inevitability, in some ways, that all I am would be yours.”