Iron Flame (The Empyrean, #2)

by Rebecca Yarros

“Sloane Mairi and…” he reads from his roll. “Aaric Graycastle.” “I want her instead,” Sloane says, pointing a dagger at me. She has to be kidding. But she’s not. Sighing, I cross my arms and shake my head at Liam’s little sister. “Gods, Sloane.” Imogen snorts, laughing off to the right, where she watches with Quinn. “You really feel like dying on your first day?” “Did she compliment you?” Rhiannon whispers. “Oddly enough, I think so.” “I can take her,” Sloane fires back, white-knuckling her knife. “From what your letter said last year, her joints pop right out. How hard can it be?” “Seriously?” I shoot a reproachful look at Imogen. “I can explain.” Imogen puts her hand over her heart. “You see, I didn’t like you last year, remember? You’re kind of an acquired taste.” “Great. I appreciate that,” I quip back sarcastically.