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

by Sarah J. Maas

“That is what I want on my new business cards. Bryce Quinlan: Better than Expected.”

“All I know is that whatever tomorrow or next year or the next millennium has in store for this world, I want to face it at your side.”

They weren’t the Hind and a Crown Prince of the Fae. Weren’t Day and Night. Right then, there, they were simply Lidia and Ruhn.

“So, first things first: I think it sucks that we save the world and still have to be back at work two days later.”

Sasa, Rithi, and Malana currently perched on a takeout container, watching an episode of Veiled Love on Hunt’s phone where he’d propped it up against his water bottle.

Danika would have been proud. Bryce had made sure to tell the Helhound that—and about seeing his mate in the afterworld. He’d been silent enough during that call that she knew he was crying, but all he had said to Bryce was “Thank you.”

“They’re flying around and trampling everything and eating all the crops and I think you might need to come here because they seem to be the sort of thing that might belong to a Super Magical Fancy Starborn Princess …”

“There are pegasuses in Avallen.” “Please come help me,” Baxian said miserably.

She met her mate’s blazingly bright eyes. No more shadows, no more halo, no more pain.

There was an angel in her office, and a pegasus herd on Avallen. And the Asteri were gone and the dead were free … and though she knew there was work to do to heal Midgard, the world was out there.

Life was out there. So Bryce and Hunt ran out to live it. Together.