House of Flame and Shadow (Crescent City, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

Ruhn Danaan, Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae, was staring at her.

Good thing she’d spent years as a master of spinning bullshit, according to Hunt.

His mate. His wife. His princess.

Password JellyJubilee. Both words capitalized, no spaces. Don’t give me that look, Holstrom. Quinlan set it.”

Well, shit.

That’s it. That’s the whole book.

And for Bryce, home was—and always would be—Hunt.

“Who would have thought the Hind had a caffeine addiction?”

Samesies