Between Despair and Hope (The Divine Between, #2)

by Jess Wisecup

“I think I could have truly loved you, min viltasma. If only we’d had the time.”

Leave it to my mother to insult me and encourage me in the same breath.

I loved her body in all its forms, but there was something to be said about being able to grab a handful of my favorite parts. But I uttered nothing to her about it; I learned early on that a woman’s body was none of my gods damned concern.

“I remember Emmett.