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

by Rebecca F. Kenney

Maybe love is simply reminding someone how wonderful they are, how strong they are. Showing them the shining potential you can see. Lifting them up to be the best of themselves.

You are my entire realm, and I will commit any atrocity to secure your happiness.”

“If you don’t know where you want to go, it doesn’t matter whether you get there or not.”

“What if you are my doom,

Perhaps that’s what love is—the gradual disappearance of the walls between two souls. Some walls evaporate on their own; others have to be dismantled, brick by brick. Sometimes you reach out, thinking all the walls have been deconstructed, only to find a thick glass shield around the heart of the one you love. Only the heat of a persistent, intense devotion can ever soften it. I will melt Fin’s final wall, if it takes me years. That sweet, wounded heart of his is worth it.

When I said there was only you, I meant it. I have never been so entwined, so enchanted with anyone. Not in all my long life. You have nothing to fear.” And I mean every word, with all my heart.

“I don’t yield,” he whispers. “This tenderness is a lie, a ruse for your survival.” “Maybe.” My thumb grazes his lips. “And maybe not. Is it truth or a reflection? You won’t know until you touch the mirror.”