Prince of the Sorrows (Rowan Blood, #1)

by Kellen Graves

Before her eyes became the sky and she was carried away?

Somewhere called… Cardiff? On the back of a… whale?

FOX AND DRYAD

He touched Saffron’s black and blue cheek again with fingers gentle enough to hold smoke.

“If I am indeed a raven—then you are the treasure I wish to spend all my days appreciating.”

I wish to always be a safe place for you to close your eyes and rest.

“Stay with me, Saffron,” he beseeched once more. “As my treasure. As my one, simple peace, so that I may always know there is at least one person who cares for me.”