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

by Sarah A. Parker

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.”