A Vow So Bold and Deadly (Cursebreakers, #3)

by Brigid Kemmerer

“I didn’t steal an apple!” snaps the man, another landowner named Bayard. “I planted on my land.” “It’s my land,” shouts Kallara. “Mine!” he roars. His cheeks are red, his eyes bulging out with fury. “Not surprising that a man lacks the intelligence to measure distance,” says Kallara.

“She said I would have ordered you to fight until you couldn’t hold a sword.” I lean in, keeping my voice low. “She was wrong. I would have tied it to your hand.”

“There, there,” she says after a moment. “Tell me who I can stab for you.”

“You know,” she calls behind me, “for Harper, I would have done it for free.” She pauses. “I was curious how much it was worth to you.” “I would have given you ten times as much.” I think of the moment Harper plunged a dagger into Lilith’s chest. I

have to put a hand against my midsection to shake off the sudden emotion. “For Harper, I would have given you everything.”

“Thank you,” Harper says then, and any ire in her voice is gone. “For pulling me out of the crowd.” She shivers. “You looked like you were going to level the courtyard.” I cluck to the horse, and he leaps forward into a gallop, eager. Harper clings tightly to my back. “For you, my lady, I would have leveled the entire city.”

“Yield to yourself. Yield to forgiveness. Yield to happiness. Yield to this moment. It’s not hers. It’s yours. It’s mine. It’s ours.”

trust is not something you win once, but is instead something you must earn over and over again.

“One poor choice shouldn’t undo a thousand good ones.”