The Blood Traitor (Prison Healer, #3)

by Lynette Noni

We can look at the darkness and let it consume us, or we can recognize that it’s only temporary, trusting that once it passes, the light will return,”

“Who did this to you?” he asked, in that same quiet tone, but now it was brimming with something else: anger.

“You’re both idiots,” he grumbled into their ears. “I don’t know why I love you. Frankly, I deserve better.”

Love. She needs to focus on love. Despite her training, all the magic she had left was currently being fueled by desperation — but it needed more than that. For light to grow, it needed more light. I want you to think of a memory, Jaren had told her, weeks earlier, a good one. A memory filled with love, Caldon had added. Even in the midst of the battle, that wasn’t difficult for Kiva — because all she had to do was think of them. Jaren and Caldon. Tipp and Naari. Cresta and Torell and Ashlyn. All the people so dear to her, who had fought with her — and for her. She thought of kissing Jaren on the mountaintop, of crying in Caldon’s arms. Of Tipp’s gap-toothed smile and Naari’s fierce protection. Of Cresta’s unexpected friendship, Torell’s unflinching loyalty, and Ashlyn’s unearned kindness. They were her hope. They were her strength. They were the reason she would not give up. Could not give up.