The Six Deaths of the Saint (Into Shadow, #3)

by Alix E. Harrow

But in the end, there was no saint, just a lonely girl telling secrets to herself in a dark mirror.

“He—he must love me.” Gwynne gave you a long, grieving look. “He never has,” he said, tiredly, and began refastening your armor.

“I would rather love a coward than mourn a legend.”

I know him, and in knowing him I love him, and in loving him I cannot do as he wishes.

I return briefly to Gwynne, long enough to kiss his brow and whisper to him what I should have understood lifetimes ago, what I should have told him every night and every morning. “I am yours.”