The Witches' Blade (Five Crowns of Okrith, #2)

by A.K. Mulford

There was a word for it in Yexshiri: aviavere. It meant nostalgia for something that never was.

I’m not counting at all.” The tears fell heavier, covering both of their cheeks as she said the words to him she had so despairingly needed to hear herself. “I see you, all of your dark corners, just as you see mine. And I love you.”

He looked at her like she was the golden dawn. “I would tear down the sky for you,” he promised, leaving her with one last kiss.