Eldritch (The Eating Woods, #2)

by Keri Lake

Like a predator denied his prey, he swept his tongue over his lips, holding himself mere inches from my face. “Do not imagine there’s anywhere you could go, anything you could possibly say, to keep me away from you now, moon witch. I remember everything, and I will not lose you again.”

Well.... and there goes my heart.

“I would call you the soft glow of moonlight in a pitch-black world. A prayer I never spoke aloud, but somehow the gods answered anyway. The strike of lightning I dare to behold without flinching.”