Daniel Soto

“This isn’t fair,” I said hoarsely, angry at everything. “To do this to him.” “To do this to me?” he rasped as silvery streaks of eather appeared in the shadows swirling around him. “This isn’t fair to you.” “It’s not fair to either of you,” Penellaphe stated softly. “But life, fate, or love rarely is, is it?”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Shadow in the Ember