Kate Alice Marshall

“Whoever you choose to be, I love you. You are the stars, and I choose you. All of you.”

“I could lose you, Rabbit. I could lose the stars, and then where would I be?”

“You’ll be with me,” I said. I took her hands and looked into her eyes. “Even if I shatter into a thousand broken skies, I will be yours. But I have a chance to be whole. I have a chance to be free. If I go back. Trust me, Bryony. Trust that I know what I’m doing. I have all along, even if I didn’t remember. Come with me.”

“Always,” she whispered. “Always.”

In the distance, the sun broke over the horizon.

“No,” the girl said. When he told the story, Leo would linger on this part. The way she stared right through him, like there was nothing but a ghost behind her eyes. “But our friend is dead.”

“I know why she was calling,”

What does that even mean, you found her?

I’ll tell you, but only in person.

I’m not going back.

We owe it to her.

I might have been the one who discovered Persephone, but Cassidy was the one who made her ours.

I ran my finger along the scar that skated down the inside of my left wrist. That one didn’t belong to Stahl. It belonged to Persephone.

We’d never told a soul about what lay in the woods, about those beautiful bones.

People aren’t going to want to hold their business retreat at a lodge owned by a woman who hid a body for twenty years. And good luck booking any weddings, Naomi.”

“It’s not going to be like that,” Olivia said, tone turning desperate.

That she was more than the bones we’d found in the forest, and the magic we’d made from them.