Shadow & Storms (The Legends of Thezmarr, #4)

by Helen Scheuerer

This was a warped fragment of memory, of two parts of his life colliding, and they were using it against him with elaborate cruelty —

Thea hadn’t let herself feel it at the tower, but now, the terror she’d held at bay came bubbling over. They had hurt him. One ruined building was not nearly payment enough for that crime.

they found a momentary reprieve, a glimpse of sanctuary in a world that so often seemed on the brink of destruction. And so they twirled and spun, monsters, prisons, war all fading into the background. There was only the melody, the dance and each other. As night turned into early morning, Wilder kissed her soundly amid the revelry.