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

by Sarah J. Maas

Their gazes met, Nesta’s silvered in Bryce’s starlight.

“So Rhysand is Illyrian, too?” Bryce pried. “He’s got the wings.” “Half,” Nesta corrected. “Half High Fae, half Illyrian.” Azriel cleared his throat as if to warn her to stop talking so much, and Nesta added sharply, “And with the combined arrogance of both.”

yas nesta get him sis

And then Ruhn was there. Starlight flaring. Pushing back against the impossible. Lidia was beside him, crackling with fire. Tharion. Holstrom. Flynn and Dec. A fire sprite, her small body bright with flame. Isaiah and Naomi.

She heard the words on the wind, carried from her friend’s soul to hers. Light it up, Bryce.

Ember at last pulled away from Nesta. But she gently put a hand to the female’s cheek and whispered, “You’ll find your way,” before walking toward the portal.