Between Wrath and Mercy (The Divine Between, #1)

by Jess Wisecup

“Kingdoms and years and utter devastation.”

“If you get me stuck, I swear to Hanwen I will castrate you.” “I think you’d eventually come to regret that.”

You’ve crawled into my veins, and nothing I have done has gotten rid of you.”

My heart is yours to break, borrow, and bruise.

“But I love you too. Until we are just whispers on the wind.”

While we both wish it, I will give to you freely, sharing myself and my divinity. I will share my hopes and fears, sorrows and joys. I will be your home and your hearth, your steadfast and stalwart. I will shoulder your burdens and swallow your secrets. I will be your shield and your sword, your contrition and courage. Yours will be the name on my lips and the hands on my heart.

“You have held my heart in your hands since the moment I met you, Emmeline. Every beat and every skip you have possessed. Every thought and every dream, every secret and every fear has belonged to you. You ignited a flame in me which has burned and sputtered and raged. Ours is a fire that will never go out. Ours is a fire that will swallow us whole, and I’d rather burn with you than live in the dark.”

“Before I knew you, I searched for you, and I’ve never stopped. I found your eyes in the leaves. I found your smile in my child’s laughter. I found your patience in my heart and your courage in my own. Just a spark, a tiny flame all those years ago, which I protected and fed. A tiny spark I could never snuff, and now you’ve stoked it into a roaring fire. A warmth that protects and endures and sustains. A spark of hope and an ember on the wind of promises made and kept.” I