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

by Jess Wisecup

“I love you, Emmeline. I have loved you from the start, and I will love you until we are both just a whisper on the wind. It’s your eyes I see when I close mine, your heart I want to hold, and I’d set this whole damn world on fire if you wanted to watch it burn.”

My heart is yours to break, borrow, and bruise. The only way this ends is death. There is no one else for either of us.

“You’re mine, Rain.” I smiled on his mouth as he panted. “I am. Until my last breath, I am yours.”

“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.”

“It’s more than love, my wife. I crave you, I need you, I cannot live without you; I burn for you.”

The Beloved and the Accursed: two sides of one coin, Blessed by the gods, lives forever adjoined. Both touched by the light and the dark, With wrath’s caress and fecundity’s mark; Bloom, blood, and bone are the ties which bind The betrayer, body, and bane to their future descried. One will wrest peace from the grips of such blight, While the other will do naught but turn from the light; In each hand, they hold the death of another And the fate of the kingdoms bound by lovers.