Iron Flame (The Empyrean, #2)

by Rebecca Yarros

Because love, at its root, is hope.

I will not cry. Not when I still have to hide them in my room. But what will happen if they come to burn my things next?

“Secrets make for poor leverage. They die with the people who keep them.”

As complicated as our connection is, it’s also undeniably simple. He’s the horizon, and nothing exists beyond for me.

There is always a cost,” Devera says, enunciating every word. “That doesn’t mean it’s not worth it, but not being aware of the price we pay to live under the protection of the wards is how rebellions happen.

“Less than a minute,” Xaden whispers as Sgaeyl moves toward him—toward us. “That’s how long it took for you to fall out of love with me.”

I’m quickly learning it’s possible to love someone and not want to be with them at the same time.