Half a Soul (Regency Faerie Tales, #1)

by Olivia Atwater

“You should say whatever you like,” Dora told him. “I am happy to see you. Surely you know that the rest does not matter.” Elias narrowed his eyes. “I do feel that it matters,” he said, and there was suddenly a note of contrariness to his voice. “One does not simply say let us go and get married, if you are amenable.” “But you did say that.” Dora beamed gently at him. “And I was amenable. I still am.” “Would you not argue with me for once?” Elias said with a flush. “Listen here, Miss Ettings! I am in love with you. You deserve to hear that. I love your wit and cleverness. I love that you are kind but almost never nice. I love your eyes and your hair and your freckles, and the fact that you smell like some monstrous floral perfume all of the time.” He paused, now looking somewhat offended at himself. “And I love to dance with you. That is the worst of it by far.”