Sorrow and Starlight (Zodiac Academy, #8)

by Caroline Peckham

True love is built on everything that exists outside of the word. It’s showing up when you’re needed, no matter the inconvenience.

“That doesn’t make me your possession,” I snapped. He leered over me, and I was swallowed by the menacing existence of him, his power an aura I could feel wrapping around my lungs and squeezing tight. “Not a possession, no. But you are mine. You were mine before we met, and mine the minute we locked eyes. You are mine in this life, and every life we may experience from this point forward. You are mine in every reality you exist, and mine in every reality you don’t. And I am yours in kind, in every way you can imagine. I will gladly be your possession, but I will also be your guardian, your keeper, your protector. And I will do whatever I can to turn you away from danger, because it is impossible for me not to.” “God damn you and your pretty words,” I whispered, lost to him as always.