The Bound Witch (The Osseous Chronicles, #3)

by Ivy Asher

“I love you in the way that grows as we grow together. The kind of love worth fighting for, that has me waking up every day grateful and willing to do whatever it takes. I know what you did for Elon, because it’s the same thing you did for me. You’re the light in the darkness. The stars that guide you home when you’re lost. You carry the broken from battle and lift the drowning from the clawing cold that’s trying to claim them. You slay the demons.”

This is the be-all and end-all kind of love that can only be nurtured with patience and understanding. This is the good shit that takes work and time, but when you truly give it everything you have, it’s the epic kind of love that will sustain a soul even in the darkest of times.

Apparently, Marx didn’t get the memo though, because he leans down to pet Hoot like the atmosphere around him isn’t ripe as hell and dangerous. The moment Marx realizes that he’s made a huge mistake, will live rent-free in my mind forever. One minute, Marx is reaching for the adorable little furball that he thinks the rest of us rudely abandoned, and the next, he’s inhaling and then seriously wishing he hadn’t. He gags and slams back against the wall as though making himself as flat as possible against it will make the reek go away.