Empire of Storms (Throne of Glass, #5)

by Sarah J. Maas

“Aelin is my heart.

Then Manon Blackbeak whirled and brought Wind-Cleaver down upon her grandmother.

“The world,” Aelin said, “will be saved and remade by the dreamers, Rolfe.”

They could burn the entire world to ashes with it. He was hers and she was his, and they had found each other across centuries of bloodshed and loss, across oceans and kingdoms and war.

“Because I am going to marry you,” he promised her. “One day. I am going to marry you. I’ll be generous and let you pick when, even if it’s ten years from now. Or twenty. But one day, you are going to be my wife.”

“I love you. There is no limit to what I can give to you, no time I need. Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.”

“As tempting as seeing you naked and chained might be …” A soft lover’s laugh. “I don’t think you’d enjoy the loss of control.”

AYOOOO

Rowan hissed, “Where is my wife?”

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