My God", he whispered. What have I done to her? He thought, humbled. The spell was broken, but it wasn't sealed, and her soul was bare to him, the scars of her tragic past and her triumphs over pain and her aching need to find her place. He just wanted to hold her to him and tell her it would be okay, that she had survived and was beautiful.

Yes, but . . .” She hesitated, her gaze finally coming to me. “I survived because I fell in love.” With you was unspoken.

Maybe I could be friends with a ghost. I wouldn’t be able to kill him.

I want one thing I can point to and say, 'that is good, and it's a part of me.'

Rachel knew what she was doing. And when she didn't, she could improvise on the fly, coming up with options that left a lot of collateral damage but usually only hurt herself, not the people around her. It was one of the things he would never admit that he admired about her.

Anything worth having is going to be hard

I frowned, wondering if Trent would mind being the size of a fairy for a day. He could talk to the newest tenants in his garden.