“He would tell me—as often as possible—that he’d named me Ember because when I was born, I had lit up his world for a second before he saw my mark. That’s when the light in his life snuffed out forever. ‘Like an ember leftover from a fire: Weak and insignificant.’ That’s what he’d say to me as he kicked the shit out of me.” Liam cupped my face in his hands, using his thumbs to brush away my tears. “You know, one tiny ember can smolder undetected before growing into a powerful, raging inferno destroying everything in its path. They are not insignificant or weak. They should never be ignored,” he said before touching his lips to mine.”
Book:Summer Cursed