Of Ash and Embers (The Mist King, #2)

by Jenna Wolfhart

“As long as dreams remain, so do the stars.”

“I’m not religious, love, but I am going to worship your body, starting with the altar of your thighs.”

Because whatever I was doing to him, he was doing the same damn thing to me.

I held on to him as if I might tumble off the face of the world and into the sky itself, where the pieces of me would scatter across the stars.

“As long as dreams remain, so do the stars,” I murmured.