Tower of Dawn (Throne of Glass, #6)

by Sarah J. Maas

For gods among mortals did not need markers of their divine rule.

“What?” she asked, and he realized he’d been staring. “Thank you for tonight,” Chaol said, stifling what tried to leap off his tongue: I can’t take my eyes off you.

His. She was his, and he had never had anything he could call such. Wanted to call such.

“I loved you before I ever set eyes on you,” he said. “Please,” Nesryn wept. Sartaq’s hand tightened on hers. “I wish we’d had time.”

A moment of kindness. From a young woman who ended lives to a young woman who saved them.