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

by Sarah J. Maas

The Hind knelt before her undying masters and contemplated how it would feel to tear out their throats.

She withstood it, as she had withstood all the other horrors in her

His enemy. His lover. The soul he’d thought was— She knelt and extended a hand toward him. I’m so sorry.

The strike had been for the rebellion, Hunt knew, but the escape—the escape had been entirely for Ruhn.

Lidia let out a choked, bloody laugh as she died.

“What is there to get? I am a king. Kings do not need to explain themselves.” “Fathers do.”

“I wanted you to listen,” she snapped, “but you wouldn’t. Yet now that I fit some sort of acceptably sad female backstory, you’re willing to hear me out.”

Lidia stared at the flames as if they were speaking to her.

Lidia said, chin lifting with queenly grace.