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.

“No one wants my genuine reactions,” Ridoc murmurs.

“Who the fuck’s flight jacket are you wearing?”

Tairn walks off with Sgaeyl, their tails swishing in rhythm. It’s a little thing, but it makes me smile.