House of Striking Oaths (The Kingdom of Crows, #3)

by Olivia Wildenstein

Although I regret the manner in which I went about collecting Lore’s crows, I don’t regret the end result, because a life without Lore wouldn’t have been worth living.

“Spouses—be they human or other—can manipulate their Shabbin wives’ blood magic.”

In my next life—if there is such a thing as reincarnation—I will be cynical and negative to a fault. And I will not fucking trust anyone. And I will say fuck a lot.

“My mate requested a meet and greet with my jailers.” I flash the man a toothy smile. “Did I say meet and greet? I meant a cut and gut. So like I said, I won’t be killing you.”

Do you trust him, Fallon? With all my heart. And, yes, I’m aware my heart hasn’t always been the best judge of character, but⁠— Your heart led you to trust an enigmatic bird with iron appendages and the ability to speak into minds.

“Because I’m a brutally jealous man, and you, Little Bird, are my mate. My one true everything.” He splays his hand over mine. “My fucking forever.”

May the darkness be behind us. “Manifest the brightness, Little Bird.”

That was sweet, Lore. You sound surprised. Perhaps because you’re not exactly a softy. One needs not to possess a soft heart to feel empathy; one needs only to possess a heart.