The Raven and the Dove (The Raven and the Dove, #1)

by Kaitlyn Davis

Instead, she’d have to listen to her friend go on and on, plastering a smile on her face as her insides turned rotten, preparing to pick the pieces up when the truth came crashing down, as she was sure it eventually would.

Xander stepped back with a gasp—not of fear, but of the sort an intruder might make if he’d accidentally stepped into the middle of something he wasn’t supposed to see. They could have been lovers.

“You’re my brother’s mate,” he offered as an explanation, though it sounded more like a reminder—to her, to him, to both.

But standing there, watching her, for the first time Rafe understood his magic was a gift. Because his magic had saved her. His magic had created this moment. And she, and this, were magnificent.

If he were to be honest, he would do it all again. Rafe had his answer—love was worth any cost. Even when it was a brief star shooting across the night sky, gone before he could even hold it for a moment. It was worth it.

The world will fracture, splinter in two, One made of gray, the other of blue. Beasts will emerge, filled with fury and scorn, Fighting to recover what from their claws we have torn. Two saviors will arise, one above, one below, A king born in fire and a queen bred of snow. Together they will heal that which we broke, With magic and spirit, with mirrors and smoke. But only on the day when the sky does fall, Will be revealed the one who will save you all.