A Soul to Heal (Duskwalker Brides, #2)

by Opal Reyne

Her eyes were like bark. They were so rich and held a certain strength to them. Nameless had found many treasures in the dirt, and he wondered just how many he’d see in her cinnamon-coloured eyes.

I like Magnar because he’s nothing like a human. Because humans had been nasty and cruel and had shown her they could have ulterior motives.

If the world wanted to treat him a certain way because of the way he was born, something he couldn’t control nor change, and dare to harm the few creatures in his life he wanted to care for and protect, then Magnar would give it what it wanted – an ugly, ferocious monster.

She wasn’t brave, or strong, or even particularly smart. She was average, she was boring, and she knew she was useless.

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