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

by Carissa Broadbent

But sometimes it was so damned hard to be kind.

Tisaanah reddened slightly. “I am… not prepared.” “That’s alright.” He gave her a kind smile. “It will simply make your words that much more genuine.” She was silent for a long moment. Then she looked at me and said, “Max. For my first gift, I give you my future. Our future. I promise you that we will build it together. And I promise you that I will always fight for it, as hard as I need

give you my partnership,” I said, at last. “I promise that whatever road you walk, I will walk it beside you. Whatever challenge you encounter, I will face it with you. You will never fight alone again.”

“I give you my heart,” Tisaanah said. The rest of the world had faded away—it was only us, and the flowers, and our words. “Fully and completely. There is no part of myself that I will hide or shield. I promise you my love, in good times and hard times. You will always have an embrace to return to.”

I love you did not say enough. I love you did not say, thank you for being my home. I love you did not say, thank you for being my future.