A Court of Hearts and Hunger (Wicked Darlings, #2)

by Rebecca F. Kenney

You must excuse me, Saiorse, because when my darling cries, I am compelled to kiss away her tears.”

Maybe love is simply reminding someone how wonderful they are, how strong they are. Showing them the shining potential you can see.

we are parallel hearts, matched souls, mirrored minds. Distinctly ourselves, and yet attuned to each other, almost from the moment we met.

“Dance with me, precious.” “There’s no music.” “For you and me, there’s always music.”

“Why does everything beautiful have to be so dangerous?” I step over a vine, then shy away from the copiously leaking trunk of a tree. “Danger is what makes beauty worth having, precious.”

“I keep telling you things, wondering if my next confession will make you despise me.” His breath mingles with mine. Reckless devotion swells in my heart. “That will never happen. I love you beyond reason and conscience.”

I only knew him for a little while, but it felt like ages. It’s like that with some people, isn’t it?”