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

by Carissa Broadbent

My chest tightened. I loved this child. I loved her so much that the very possibility of her existence terrified me.

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

when he laid me down in the garden where two broken souls had met and built a home in each other. Hope.

This is what it means to have something to lose. This is what it means to have something to love. And these days, I have so much to love.