The Surviving Trace (Surviving Time, #1)

by Calia Read

“You think you belong in another time. Belong to another man. But maybe you have it all wrong. Maybe you belong here, with me.”

Love is hoarse cries. It’s anger. It’s sadness. It’s happiness and laughter. It’s everything wrapped into one. Love is one of the heaviest of words to exist.

I more than loved her. She’s a religion, and I’m a believer. For the rest of my life, I’ll worship every single part of her.