Riven Knight (Clifton Forge, #2)

by Devney Perry

After months of reaching for her, months of winding her dainty fingers through mine, her hand had become a shelter.

Isaiah looked in the mirror and saw everlasting broken pieces, but maybe my broken pieces would fit with his. Together, maybe we’d make a whole.

There wasn’t some big moment where we’d become comfortable around each other. It had crept up on us the way a cloudy sky would clear to blue when you weren’t paying it any attention.

If my heart left her breathless, then hers gave me a reason to breathe.