Wrath (The Faithful and the Fallen, #4)

by John Gwynne

‘Aye. But if we manage those rarest of things, both to win and to survive, then I would have you know that to me at least, this, us, is for always. Not just now, or while this war lasts, but for as long as I draw breath.’ She had held his gaze throughout every word. ‘You are precious to me,’ she finished, her courage fading at the last, her eyes dropping away.

‘I came back from death for you,’ he said, his voice a whispered tremor. ‘For me it was always forever, however long that may be. And those words you just spoke, they are the greatest gift I’ve ever been given. They are written upon my heart and soul.’