Iron Flame (The Empyrean, #2)

by Rebecca Yarros

Because love, at its root, is hope. Hope for tomorrow. Hope for what could be. Hope that the someone you’ve entrusted your everything to will cradle and protect it. And hope? That shit is harder to kill than a dragon.

“You do not have the right to burn what is mine.”

“Welcome to Second Squad, Flame Section, Fourth Wing, also known as the Iron Squad.”

So I lie back down, curling my body around Xaden’s, and his arm wraps around my back and pulls me closer like it’s a reflex, like this is the way we’ll sleep for the next fifty years.

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

“I chose you not as my next, but as my last, and should you fall, then I will follow.”