Iron Flame (The Empyrean, #2)

by Rebecca Yarros

“Oh, no. You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” “You can’t possibly know that just by looking at me,” I counter, my spine stiffening. “Ugh. Let’s go throw knives at shit.”

The muscles in Bodhi’s neck bulge. “Xaden’s going to fucking kill him,” he whispers.

FUCK YEAH HE IS

lift my chin, determined to show none. “You each have one piece of information we need,” the man says. “Give it up now, and this all ends. It’s as easy as that.” “My map is under my mattress,” Ridoc says. My jaw fucking drops.

“She makes a good point,” Andarna agrees. “Can you carry a luminary?” “That question insults me.” “Can you carry a luminary while insulted?” she prods. Tairn growls.