A Soul to Heal (Duskwalker Brides, #2)

by Opal Reyne

She was too cowardly to kill herself, but she also knew she was no longer brave enough to live.

Is she like a plant? Does she need sunlight to be well?

“I don’t want to be alive anymore,” she whispered. “But I also don’t want to die.”

“It’s not a wound that can be healed. It’s deep inside in a place that can only be touched by me, and I hate it so much.”

Her pain had called to him in a way he’d never felt, and he would erase it, even if it took him eternity.

To Delora, he was a person. An odd-looking person who had a very strange face.

His stomach twisted from the selfish thought of hoping she felt lonely without him there. Yet, he couldn’t stop himself from wishing for it, hoping she would one day desperately cling to him.

He wanted her to have faith in him. He was the keeper of her soul. He would protect it and her until the end of time.

She was apparently with him forever. There was no point in either one of them being shy.

I’m homesick for arms that don’t even know how to hold me.

It wasn’t a battle, but a fucking slaughter.

Things weren’t perfect between them, but at least there was something there. A fondness in each other’s presence. She desperately didn’t want to lose that. It was the only thing that kept her holding on to the want to live in this cruel and dark world. Without it, without this clumsy, silly Duskwalker, Delora thought she’d drown.

My name coming from him sounds like a sin.

I want to bond with her. Not just in soul, but in heart, in mind, and in body. To connect until they were the same, intertwined, unbreakable, and inseparable. One complete and whole spirit.

Delora didn’t know what would happen to her if Magnar was to die, but she didn’t care about that. All she knew was this world deserved that big, sweet, sometimes clueless Duskwalker alive to see it for what it was.

We will not be safe no matter where we go. There is no place for us in this world.

He was other. A creature that lived within both worlds but also neither. A creature of dawn, dusk, night, and day, that was capable of both life and death, and given the ability to exist in between. A creature that could go anywhere, and if granted access by the spirit of the void, nowhere. Mavka – Duskwalkers – were in limbo.