To Snap a Silver Stem (Crystal Bloom, #2)

by Sarah A. Parker

“She’s Aeshlian. Aravyn’s child. She’s … got a black mark on her shoulder that doesn’t look natural.” Light will bloom from sky and soil, Skin tarnished by the brand of death …

You can run off and tie yourself to your pretty High Master, but I’ll hunt you to the four corners of the continent. Not because I want to, but because I can’t fucking help myself.

Truth is, I fell in love with a ghost. Now I’m gone and still ... haunted.

“There is nowhere you can hide. Nowhere you can go. Even if this were to stop beating,” he says, threading his hand over my rioting heart, “I’d follow.”

What I regret is letting her believe she doesn’t hold my cold, crippled heart in the palm of her hand. Because she does. She always will.

“But that didn’t stop him.” It would never stop him. “Because he was hers—forever—even though he knew his love was lethal.” He was hers.

“You’re going to go to war with him? Over me?” He doesn’t blink or flinch. “I’d strike the fucking world down for you.”