Silken fingers of his power brushed over her arm, so lightly it could have been the breeze. “You take care of everyone, but who takes care of you?”
The only thing I can say for sure is that along with Haven: one of us will die one will fall in love one will sacrifice everything and one will betray the others.
Forged in heartbreak, set in bone, cast in blood, carved in stone. A thousand years will my curse reign, unless I have these six things: The tears of a fairy from a wood so deep. The fig of a vorgrath from his mate’s keep. The scale of a selkie burnished gold. The bone of a wood witch a century old. The midnight sliver of a Shade Queen’s horn. The sacrifice of two lovers torn.