Fireborne (The Aurelian Cycle, #1)

by Rosaria Munda

Moments like this, it hits me like it did the first time: that the life I have begun to think of as routine is, in fact, extraordinary.

As I speak, I feel Annie’s fingers find mine again, roll them into hers on our knees beneath the table, and a feeling like dizziness comes over me. Hours left. And we’re still together, and she’s smiling. Smiling while she holds my hand.