Eidolon (Wraith Kings, #2)

by Grace Draven

“I would have been content to live my life as just Brishen,” he whispered into her hair. “Who was loved by Ildiko.”

“What horrors you carry behind here,” she said and slid her thumb across his forehead. “I can see them in your face, in the changing shades of your eye. Will you not let me ease your burden, Brishen?” He caught her hand and brought it to his mouth for a kiss. “You already are, wife. You’re my sanctuary, my refuge.”

I’m content to live my life as just Ildiko,” she said softly, repeating words similar to those he once whispered in her hair when he thought her asleep. “Who is loved by Brishen.”