Forgotten Vows (Folk, #2)

by Lily Mayne

I didn’t want to be alone anymore. The ache in my chest was so sharp. Heavy. More than just the pain from my missing arm. It felt like there should be someone beside me, like I was missing something vital but I didn’t know what.

“I love you,” I blurted, and even when he froze in shock, the words kept pouring from me in an unstoppable rush. “I miss you so much it feels like I’m dying. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all of it, but it wasn’t a game, Ash. None of what we had was a game. It was real.”

“You’ve forgotten much already, but it will return. He searches for you always. Pines for you.” My brows pinched in a little frown. “Who?” “Your holly king.”

He was mine. He was mine. My Ash. My oak king. And I was his. I would always be his. No one else’s.

Your king will worry greatly for you when you vanish. If you are gone for too long, he will start wars over it. But he cannot know.”