A Kingdom of Frost and Fear (The Four Kingdoms #2)

by Whitney Dean

“She’s in love with you. It’s easier to forgive the person who doesn't hold your heart in the palm of their hand.”

“I love you,” I whispered, closing my eyes as I drew in the breath she released. “I am so in love with you, Raven. Be angry, but please know that.”

“I am here because I am so wildly in love with you that I am willing to risk my own life to make sure you don’t do something idiotic like jump off a fucking cliff, Raven.”

“I would let you read every book if you promise to let me kiss you between each one.”

“I’m going to love you even when the sun sets for the final time in this universe,”

Those monstrous shadows he was so ashamed of clouded behind the tears, bringing dark-gray thunderstorms. How he could believe something so beautiful should be hidden was beyond me — every part of him mattered, and every piece of him was good and lovely and right.

“Maybe my heart and mind aren’t synced up, but I wished for you. Every night, Zeke. I wished you’d love me and come back every night we were apart. I wished we’d find our way back to this, to our dream. Tiny little demons and all.”

I would hand over my crown and title if it meant being her jester because I was a fool for her.

“You put the stars in my sky,”

“We’re going to die trying to protect one another.” “Then we will die together.”

And then I felt it. Like a snap. Deep within my chest first, the way our hearts beat as one, contracting to the same rhythm to push our life’s blood through our organs. It glided gently down my bones, the fractured memories of us in universes beyond this one. Our souls were woven together, bound by every weakness, every strength.

Come back to me;

“Raven,” Jeanine said, tugging at her hand. “Stop apologizing for the actions of other people.” Eight simple words and something changed in Raven’s posture as she sat up a little straighter.

I’d spent many years trying to keep what was mine, always guilty for being so possessive over the people in my life, but now I had some who loved me as much as I loved them. I had people who accepted me, promising to always stay by my side. The answers I had been seeking — it was them.

all the pain and never knowing when the sun would rise again, was worth it just to look at me.

You do not need to respect his reactions if he cannot respect your decisions.”

And that was a significant promise that the universe had given us — that no matter how this life may end, I would always have him in the next one.

I gasped at her suggestion and stuck my hand into a bowl of flour sitting on the island across from her, scooping up a handful. “Don’t you dare—” I hurled the flour at her, coating her clothes and hair. I laughed as she blew it off her lips, flour flying everywhere.