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374 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 29, 2021










Warrick didn’t understand. How could he? He didn’t love, he didn’t know what it was to really care about another being. He understood loyalty, but that wasn’t the same. He didn’t even have a soul; how could he ever understand? (p. 181)Girl already KNEW she loved him ("There was only one male I wanted, would ever want." p. 269) and chose to lie to him (saying she was in love with someone else). I constantly felt so bad for Warrick; he deserves someone who believes in him. Willow's mother gave her great advice about love and she was like "Totally agree that Warrick fits all of this, but...he doesn't tell me he LOVES me, so he must not. Also, he is incapable of loving."
“I’ve had men tell me they love me, then hurt me with their very next breath. Love isn’t what someone says, it’s what they do. Warrick is protective and attentive. When he makes a promise, he keeps it, there’s no BS with him. There will never be that gray area, the shadow of doubt, hovering over you. I’d take that over someone’s declaration of love any day, Wills.” (p. 251)I was really considering DNFing when Willow rejected Warrick for what seemed like the hundredth time with NO reason at all.
“I’ve waited a thousand years for you, Willow. You have no idea, none. My life was nothing but rage and pain and fire. I never even let myself imagine leaving Hell,” he growled. “And I sure as fuck never dreamed a female like you could exist. First time I saw you, all this fucking gorgeous red hair, eyes full of fire, and a heart full of courage, I knew you were mine.”
I stared up at him, struggling to breathe. He was decimating that wall I’d lived behind one word at a time.
“You make me whole, dove. I don’t need a soul, because that’s what you are. You’re my fucking soul.” Then he said to me those same harsh words in his language he had several times before.
My eyes stung and I fought back the tears. Warrick was my lifeline, my everything, and over the coming months, I knew he’d be the one to keep me sane when my world felt like it was falling apart.
He deserved the truth. He deserved everything from me.
I smiled up at him, cupping his bearded cheek. “And you’re my heart.” (pp. 284-285)
Warrick gave me a squeeze as if he were trying to take the pain and hurt from me, and when I was in his arms like this, I almost believed he could. For a short time, anyway. (p. 306)
I would do anything, give up anything for her, to be with her. She was my world. (p. 308)
“I don’t know what love is, dove, or if I’m capable of feeling it. But I do know I will kill anyone who hurts you, that I want you, that I will always and only want you. And that not having you by my side for the rest of eternity is an eternity not worth living.” (pp. 317-318)