Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

and closed her eyes, trying to dream of a different world. A world where she was no one at all.

she wanted sore muscles and blistered hands and to fall into bed so exhausted she wouldn’t dream, wouldn’t think, wouldn’t feel much of anything.

“The people you love are just weapons that will be used against you.”

“You left me,” she repeated. Maybe it was only out of blind terror at the abyss opening up again around her, but she whispered, “I have no one left. No one.”

No longer would they be locked away in her heart. No longer would she be ashamed.