Emily Forsyth

90%
Flag icon
“If we’re not going to make it—” “We will,” Renwick growled. “I need you to know . . . I love you.” Her lips trembled as she spoke, leaning forward from her bindings, her body straining toward his. “I love every part of you, mea raga fede.”
The Witches' Blade (Five Crowns of Okrith #2)
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview