Divine Rivals (Letters of Enchantment, #1)

by Rebecca Ross

“I don’t want to wake up when I’m seventy-four only to realize I haven’t lived.”

“I pray that my days will be long at your side. Let me fill and satisfy every longing in your soul. May your hand be in mine, by sun and by night. Let our breaths twine and our blood become one, until our bones return to dust. Even then, may I find your soul still sworn to mine.”