Ruins of Sea and Souls (Fae Isles, #3)

by Lisette Marshall

Just that I love your sharp edges so damn much. There was something painfully disarming about the simplicity of those signs – something vulnerable that made every retort sizzle out on my tongue. Watching you trying to turn yourself into something soft and pliable for the rest of the world is a very special kind of torture.

I want you to realise in the very marrow of your bones that last time you showed yourself to the world, you became the world to someone.’

Love doesn’t like to be taken for granted,