A Dance with the Fae Prince (Married to Magic, #2)

by Elise Kova

Every time, I was “unreasonable” for reading between the lines. But that’s where the truth always lies, isn’t it? The unsaid between.

A small room, filled with a small amount of things, for a woman she tried to make small her entire life. I vow then that I will never let this new husband or anyone else make me feel small. I will try with all my might to stand tall. I will never live cowering again.

I feel like a butterfly trapped in a glass box and carried into an unnatural environment. I’m safe within these walls, but there is only a thin pane that separates me and whatever monstrosities live in the forest.

Silence is consistent and solitude is safe.