Fable of Happiness book three

I hugged him back. “It doesn’t matter how we met anymore, Kas. What’s important is that we did.”

He tilted my chin up, locking eyes with me. His stare lost some of its a

oyance and confusion, softening to pure love. “I will never raise a hand to cause you pain again, Gem. I would rather carve out my own heart.”

I kissed him.

He kissed me.

And someone’s fist slammed against my door.

OceanofPDF.com