If the Sun Never Sets (If Love, #2)

by Ana Huang

Until today, Farrah didn’t think it was possible to see a person actually die inside. Now she witnessed it in slow motion as the light bled out of Blake’s eyes, turning the crystal pools into flat, empty swaths of ice. His strong, muscular frame crumpled, and devastation lined his face. He was no longer Apollo but a fallen god, mortal and bleeding, and she couldn’t bear to watch any longer.

Mmm [im crying]