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

by Sarah J. Maas

The party girl most of Midgard had labeled her, that Micah had believed her to be, until she was vacuuming up his fucking ashes.

So Bryce sat. And ate. And threw peas at the monsters below.

He knew which of the Fallen controlled this suit, whose soul had come to offer a hand. To help him do the impossible. “Shahar,” he said, tears falling.