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.

Maybe I can do more than just read.

“Can you love someone who refuses to be open with you?”

Maybe I can’t fully trust him, but I also can’t stand to be away from him.