To Spark a Fae War (The Fair Isle Trilogy, #3)

by Tessonja Odette

“Better late than never, though. Worry not, I

can think of several things you could do to pay me and none of them would take too long.” He looks at me from under his lashes. I bark a laugh. “Wouldn’t take too long? Now that’s a ringing endorsement.” “You’ll find I’m long in the ways that matter the most.”

Franco back at it

“But I thought you fancied Franco.” He waves a dismissive hand. “Forget Franco.” “A motto to live by,” Aspen mutters with a smirk.

LOL

My fire returns to heat my blood as I remind myself who I am. I do not cower, I do not beg, and I certainly don’t sacrifice my own life for my enemies.

Yas queen slay queen 💅🏻

With the thought comes a chasm of grief, but I allow it to open beneath me, let my body sink into it. Tears prick my eyes and I breathe past the lump in my throat. Instead of swallowing me whole, the grief washes over me, moves with me and through me. Then its power diminishes, turning it into more of a companion than a threat.

What a beautiful way to illustrate processing hard emotions