The Fragile Threads of Power (Threads of Power, #1)

by V.E. Schwab

She kissed him again, deeper, hands sliding beneath his coat. Kell leaned in. He loved her. It scared him, but frankly, so did Lila. She always had.

If she were someone else, she might have stroked his hair, might have even lain down there beside him on the cabin floor, tangled her fingers with his, and told him it would be all right, they would get through this, they would find a way, he would be whole again. Instead, she took out a knife.

Lila Bard waited for no one.

“There is nowhere you go,” said the Antari to her prince, “that I cannot follow.”