Vow of Thieves (Dance of Thieves, #2)

by Mary E. Pearson

I love you, Jase.” “More than an orange?” he asked between kisses. “Let’s not get carried away, Patrei.”

“We will, Kazi. You and I. We’ll write our own story. And it will take a thousand volumes. We have a lifetime ahead of us.”

“I am the Patrei! And you will help me get her back or—” “Or what, Jase? What are you going to do? I am your brother!” My chest heaved. “And Kazi is my wife!”

“I planned to kill you from the moment I learned that it was you who ambushed my husband.”

Waiting for someone else to write your history was no way to live. Sometimes it was only a certain way to die.

But I had loved and been loved deeply and completely, not once but twice in my life. I would not trade that for all the riches that Montegue had to offer.

Rahtan, Ten, Shadowmaker, no title you hold is going to make me change my mind on this one,

“Kazi of Brightmist . . . you are the love I didn’t know I needed. You are the hand pulling me through the wilderness, The sun warming my face. You make me stronger, smarter, wiser. You are the compass that makes me a better man. With you by my side, no challenge will be too great. I vow to honor you, Kazi, and do all I can to be worthy of your love. I will never stumble in my devotion to you, and I vow to keep you safe always. My family is now your family, and your family, mine. You have not stolen my heart, but I give it freely, And in the presence of these witnesses, I take you to be my wife.”

“I love you, Jase Ballenger, and I will for all of my days. You have brought me fullness where there was only hunger,

Every one of my tomorrows is yours, And in the presence of these witnesses, I take you to be my husband.”