Iron Flame (The Empyrean, #2)

by Rebecca Yarros

“And I’m not talking about her signet. I would have told her everything discussed here anyway, so an open door is a moot point.”

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.