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

by Sarah A. Parker

“I told you I won’t let you fall, and I’ve drawn that line in the stone,” he growls, warfare waging across his savage expression. My entire chest aches, as if he just busted his hand through it and drew that very line with one of my cracked ribs.

He collects my tears with the pad of his thumb, slipping it between his lips, and I wonder if I taste scorched.