The Curse of Ophelia (The Curse of Ophelia, #1)

by Nicole Platania

I didn’t know it was possible for a broken heart to repeatedly sever, but mine found a way.

The spot beneath my inner elbow tingled. A reminder of another lifetime, two years ago, when the stars shone brighter. A reminder to hope for the day that they may again.

“My North Star,” Augustus whispered, bending to brush his lips over the freshly inked spot on my arm and sending shivers down my spine. “So that we may always come back to each other.”

“I was not made for skirts, Father. I was made for swords.”