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

by Sarah A. Parker

“I won’t determine your steps, Milaje. I’ll even let you trip. But I refuse to let you fall.”

“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.

“Ever thought of finding a hobby?” I grit out through clenched teeth. “I have one. And right now she’s a bratty little pain in my ass who won’t take her medicine.”

“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.”