“As the stars faithfully burned beyond the window, Roman had never been more certain. He could wake in the deepest region of Dacre’s realm, as far from the moon and sun as divinity could shackle him. He could wake and not know his name, forgetting every word he had ever written. But he would never forget the scent of Iris’s skin, the sound of her voice. The way she looked at him. The confidence of her hands. And he though, There is no magic above or below that will ever steal this from me again.”
