Ink Deep Devotion doesn’t so much conclude a love story as detonate it - sorrow, obsession, tenderness, trauma, and all. And I loved every scarred, ink-streaked second of it.
Dash and Mila’s connection is still searing, still feral, but now it’s layered with years of pain and transformation. I ached for them, feared for them, wanted to scream at them, and then hold them close. Mila, especially, is a force in this book. She's razor-sharp, resilient, and heartbreakingly human.
The prose is raw, flowing poetry; vicious and vulnerable all at once. Harris writes like someone who's seen the dark and decided to paint it gold. The secret society subplot adds just enough grit and danger to sharpen the emotional stakes without overwhelming the beating heart of the story: two people who can’t stop choosing each other, even when they absolutely shouldn’t.
This is one of those finales that lingers. Not because it ties everything up with a neat bow, but because it honours the mess, the yearning, the ink-stained truth of what it means to love and survive. It's a brutal, breathtaking conclusion inked in longing and survival.