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

by Sarah J. Maas

“I’m not biting off your fucking hand,” Hunt managed to say. “It’s the only way I’ll reach it. It’ll grow back.”

Ruhn nodded to Hunt. “We need you to be the Umbra Mortis. He’s a badass—he wouldn’t hesitate.” “A badass,” Hunt said, “not a cannibal.”

Hunt didn’t like that word one bit, so he said to Jesiba, “Thank you. I never knew that Quinlan … that she meant anything to you.” Jesiba’s brows rose, and a bit of the prickly sorceress he knew returned. “Of course she does. Do you know how hard it is to find a competent assistant?”

Ruhn saying, “Does someone, uh, want to put Jesiba’s ashes in a … cup or something?”