Iron Flame (The Empyrean, #2)

by Rebecca Yarros

“Hold the line, Vi.” Liam rests his hand against my side, and gods it feels so real. “Talking would lead to the deaths of every living thing on this Continent. If they had anything on Xaden, he’d already be in custody. They’re not going

“There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, remember?”

“And the longest night has yet to pass.”

“I’m assuming you’d like a patch?” Brennan asks, a smile tilting his lips. “Fuck yes, we do!” Ridoc shouts, coming out of his seat, and our entire section cheers loudly, even me.

The problem with mankind is we too often find our souls to be a fair price for power.

“My house. My chair. My woman.”

“And to answer the question, I’d feel jealous, which is something you have a unique ability to bring out in me. And then I’d kick his ass, partially because that’s what I do when someone challenges me, and more importantly for implying there’s any other future besides the one where you and I are endgame.”

“We do not eat our allies,” Tairn lectures.