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

by Sarah J. Maas

Azriel lunged for Bryce, but she’d already pointed to the crystal coffin. “Get up, then.” A click, loud as thunder, and the lid unlocked.

I swear all Bryce does is piss me off.

It confirmed what Lidia had long guessed. Why she had named Brannon after the oldest legends from her family’s bloodline: of a Fae King from another world, fire in his veins, who had created stags with the power of flame to be his sacred guards.

CRYING.

Aidas and Apollion. Their power grabbed the edges of the portal and held it a little wider. Held it open a moment longer.

Aidas ily. I would die for him.