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

by Elise Kova

A small room, filled with a small amount of things, for a woman she tried to make small her entire life.

No, I didn’t want him to love me. But, maybe, I’d hoped I would not be seen as a burden, for once.

I wonder who wounded him. A blow like he has endured—like I have—doesn’t need to leave physical scars; it is much deeper than flesh.

My whole life I’ve been a vessel, allowing others to fill me with their wants, needs, thoughts… There is so much of everyone else that there is no room left for me. And now, when I need something of my own creation to offer, I come up short.

“This is why I never wanted you to look at me,” he says slowly, a smirk curling his mouth dangerously. He looks as if he intends to devour me. “Because I knew if you did you’d be stunned into silence. And I never wanted to see you quiet.”

“Love is the closest thing we have to meaning in this world. The love of a mother for her children, the love between friends, the love of a husband and wife, love for who we are and all those who strove before us to hand us the world we have now—love is why we live, why we fight, why we carry on when things get tough…it is not always easy. But it is our reprieve from true hardship, not the hardship itself.”

“You survived, and that’s commendable given that I only know the tip of the iceberg of your suffering. But merely surviving isn’t any way to live. I want you to thrive—you deserve to thrive.”

Then, somehow, I caught up to her.

...she had wings?