Cardinal of Hope (The Cardinal, #3)

by Mia Smantz

“I swear on a daffodil’s grave that I didn’t do it.”

“But for us, it means she will be wife, and I show her how Russian men rot their wives.” His voice became an octave deeper. “Unless you want this now, Medvezhonok?” “Rot?” I asked, trying not to focus on the wife aspect of what he’d said. It was safer for my cheeks that way. “Da,” he said. “Like rotten fruit. We spoil, no?” He turned to Jace. “This is American saying, da?”

“Someone who gives to me, teaches me to give.”

is that you realize no matter what, time will move on with or without you.

Do not lose everything you have right now because you forget to live.”