Riven Knight (Clifton Forge, #2)

by Devney Perry

“They’re constellations.” Some fit between the knuckles. Others dipped

down to the softer skin between my fingers. “Why constellations?” I turned my attention to my sandwich. “For someone I used to know who loved the stars.”

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.