A Soul to Heal (Duskwalker Brides, #2)

by Opal Reyne

He’d also asked Orpheus, but he hadn’t liked any of the names he’d given him. Fox-face. Annoyance. Antler-head.

“They are annoyingly incessant,” Reia whispered with her hand cupping around her mouth to quieten her words. Orpheus’ back stiffened after he prodded the fire with a poker, and he turned his head over his shoulder to growl at her. “I like being close with you, Reia.”

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

“Good girl,” he rasped, making her eyes roll into the back of her head. “You brought yourself to me.”