“She wished she could kiss him. She hated that she couldn’t kiss him. The longing was an ache in her throat, a clenched yearning in her stomach, a desire that was somehow as sweet as it was painful. In that moment she thought fiercely that she would protect him from anything; she would battle villains, demons, monsters, to keep him safe. If she could, she would even battle his memories.”
―
Margaret Rogerson,
Mysteries of Thorn Manor