TITLE: The White Phoenix
GENRE: YA dark fantasy
Having violated a pact with the Underworld's guardians to ensure their quest's success, Cassandra must now pay the price: her life.
"No." Silas shook his head, his glare hardened by sheer defiance. "You're wrong."
Angry tears streaked his cheeks. He rubbed furiously at his eyes. "You can't do this to me, Cassandra! You can't!"
She grabbed either side of his face and kissed away his every tear. "I'm sorry," she whispered against his cheeks. "I'm so sorry." He clung to her arms as if separating from her would rip him apart. She believed it to be true for her.
He brought his large hands up to her neck and crushed her lips to his. His fingertips were pressed so hard against the base of her head, she had no doubt that they would bruise. This wasn't anger. No, she knew this to be something else.
She covered his hands with her own, her fingers digging into his skin. She wanted to remember. She wanted to remember the caress of his sweet breath against her lips, the tremble of his strong hands beneath hers, the feel of his nose nudging away her tears as they fell from her eyes.