The Other Half of the Grave (Night Huntress, #8)

by Jeaniene Frost

He fancied many things about women, but courage outweighed them all, and she had courage to spare.

When do I get to meet this wonder of biology and thief of previously-untouchable hearts?”

Most people thought home was a place. Bones had lived long enough to know better. It was being with the people you belonged to, and Bones hadn’t belonged to anyone in centuries. Now, he belonged to her,

Wake up and smell the modern age, Spade. Women are good for more than cringing and waiting for men to rescue them!”

“You’re my Red Reaper, and I’ve missed you terribly.”

“I’m saying I’m a moody, insecure, narrow-minded, jealous, borderline-homicidal bitch, and I want you to promise me you’re okay with that, because it’s who I am, and you’re what I need. I missed you every minute when you were gone, and I don’t want to spend another day without you—”

Light exploded through him. He’d never known joy could detonate like a bomb, but it did, and it filled his whole soul.

But I will love you forever, right down to my final breath, where your name will be my last word, I promise.