Forgotten Vows (Folk, #2)

by Lily Mayne

“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.”

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