Daughter of No Worlds (The War of Lost Hearts, #1)

by Carissa Broadbent

I didn’t even think to be self-conscious until I turned around to see Max standing completely still in the water. He looked like he wasn’t even breathing, his searing gaze hurling an arrow through my chest—the intensity of it paralyzing me.

“I hope that whoever did that to you died a terrible, painful death,” he said at last, words hissing like steam. “And I hope that if there is an underworld, they suffer there forever.”

It was amazing, the mental somersaults minds and hearts could do to justify their actions in the name of love.

At once, I understood. This was not about the necklace, beautiful and finely crafted as it was. He wasn’t giving me another pretty trinket. No, Max—Max, the man who had taken such great care to carve out his own solitary corner of the world—was giving me what I’d never had. The real gift was not the necklace. The gift was a home to come back to.

Crying

Honestly? I thought he was breathtakingly functional, too. He was the most breathtakingly functional thing I had ever seen.

The things men will do in pursuit of their egos. If they’ll tear down countries for it, maybe they could do something good with it, too.

OOP

I didn’t deserve her. No one deserved her.

I love this man

To call it strange would be an understatement. To hear fragments of the worst day of my life whispered back to me from the lips of someone who had become so precious to me. To be reminded of everything I had already lost while looking into the eyes of everything I had left to lose.