Forgotten Vows (Folk, #2)

by Lily Mayne

“I give my oath as the Seelie King, Carlin,” I said through clenched teeth, the words flowing from me, “that I will kill you.”

“H-h-how—” He struggled to get the words out. “H-how do you remember me?” My mouth quirked into a humourless smile. “I died. Again.”

Lonan’s lips quirked into a tiny, fragile smile. “The Folk live long lives, Seelie King. Are you sure you want to tie yourself to me for so long?” I reached up and cupped his chin, pulling him closer to press a deep, firm kiss on his mouth. “More than anything.”