One Dark Window (The Shepherd King, #1)

by Rachel Gillig

Ione brow furrowed.

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We were the darkness in Blunder, the reminder that magic—wild and unfettered—prevailed, no matter how desperately the Rowans tried to stamp it out. We were the thing to be feared. We were the balance.

I leaned into him. “I wanted to let you rest.” He kissed me, his fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck. “I don’t want rest, Elspeth,” he murmured into my lips. “I want you.”

Life had sheltered them, like pearls kept in a velvet pouch. And I—I was not made of pearls. I was made of salt.