Mother of Death & Dawn (The War of Lost Hearts, #3)

by Carissa Broadbent

Sammerin truly loved his home. He loved Ara. He loved his practice. All he wanted was a disgustingly pleasant, uneventful life, fixing broken people and bedding beautiful women.

“Your heart is a part of my heart,” he said. “Even with an ocean between us.”

With every new country I visit, I find it hiding in more places. I find more children in tiny rooms. I find more lost hearts.

Every mundane way he tells me that he loves me. Today it is by a cup of tea on the table outside before I tell him what I want, prepared as he knows I like it.