Sorrow and Starlight (Zodiac Academy, #8)

by Caroline Peckham

“Your soul is bound to mine,” I breathed against his mouth, even though I knew he was no longer there to hear my words, but a dark and unknown energy seemed to stir the air itself at that vow. “And I won’t rest until I make every star in the heavens fall for trying to cleave us apart.”

Shivers wracked my body, and I swallowed a lump in my throat as I tried to take stock of where I was, working out my position on the battlefield as I got my bearings without once raising my eyes to the watchful stars. Let them watch. I wouldn’t do them the favour of looking back. I would only turn my eyes to them when their time came, and they would feel the wrath of the creature I had become when I did so.

When all hope is lost, and the darkest night descends, remember the promises that bind. When the dove bleeds for love, the shadow will meet the warrior. A hound will bay for vengeance where the rift drinks deep. One chance awaits. The king may fall on the day the Hydra bellows in a spiteful palace.

My everything. “Hello, wife,” he purred, the corner of that sinful mouth hooking up.