A Duet with the Siren Duke (Married to Magic, #4)

by Elise Kova

But I’ll never know if what I did was right or wrong, and that’s the hardest part of it all. That’s what my mind can’t seem to let go of. What if? Those two words have haunted me my whole life, and all I can do is run; when I’m still they’re able to catch up.

“We all endure deep and difficult wounds. They’re not an excuse for handling oneself in a boorish manner.” I squeeze her shoulder before releasing. “Never compromise your worth, not for anyone, not even for family.”

“You don’t have to repay someone for their love. It’s given freely.” “But—” “No buts. That’s it. It’s that simple. If someone loves you, truly loves you, it’s because they want to—because they can’t imagine a world in which they don’t. Because you make their soul sing just with your mere existence.”

Who we are is independent of the trauma that tries to mar our souls. It is a part of us, it might teach us, but it does not define us.”

“When people are wounded, they look for an easy person, or people, to blame.

To live with reckless abandon. I’ve allowed my entire life to be wrapped up in this fear that if I didn’t fulfill others’ expectations of me that I would be unworthy of their affection and loyalty.

Every couple has their own opportunity to define what love is to them.

“Some things we must do ourselves. No amount of wishing or magic can free us or spare us the responsibility.” “It’s unfortunate, isn’t it?” I chuckle grimly.