Iron Flame (The Empyrean, #2)

by Rebecca Yarros

“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.”

“You will stay alive,” I order Xaden,

“It took everything I had to mend it.”

“But he is, and I so badly want to be just like him.”

No. That single word is all I can think, feel, scream internally as I stare up at the man I’m hopelessly in love with. “Me,” he whispers, a faint, almost indistinguishable red ring emanating from his gold-flecked onyx irises. “You should be scared of me.”