around his neck as I finally realized. Feverishly, my lips pressed against his, the water on my face a mixture of rain and tears. Behind us, the tea shop all but vanished, the world becoming just us, standing together, waiting for forever, on a street corner in a bustling city called New Haven.
The crows calling our names.
About the Author
Bethany Anne Lovejoy is a longtime reader of romance novels and occasionally writes a few herself. She specializes in fantasy romance and has a great interest in magic users and men with crooked smiles.
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