Emily Albright

“Edmund stood up quickly and cupped my face in his hands. His thumb traced the track of my tear, wiping it away and sending shivers through me. “Are you crying?” I sighed. “Yes, I’m crying.” My voice didn’t sound right thanks to my plugged nose. “It’s been a really rough day and I’d just like to be left alone. So, can you go?” I feebly pushed against his chest. “Evie,” he whispered, my name a plea. “Please, tell me I’m not the reason you’re crying?” The way he looked at me made me want to bawl even more. From his face, I could tell the idea that he’d made me cry was torturous. I looked up at him, wanting him closer and hating myself for it. “Today was really crappy and yes, you’re part of that.” I pulled my face away from his hand. “But you’re far from the only reason.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead. “I’m so sorry. I never wanted to make you cry. I was a complete arse.” “Yes, you were.” He leaned me back and smiled softly. “Well, at least we can agree.”
― Emily Albright, The Heir and the Spare

“Oh my God. It hit me in a dizzying rush. I love him. The colorful room tilted in my vision. I’m in love with him. There was no going back; I was in too far and felt too much. I wanted him. There was only one option: take the leap, enjoy the ride down, and pray the landing didn’t kill me. My heart’s going to get so mangled.”
― Emily Albright, The Heir and the Spare