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

by Helen Scheuerer

For him, the world would wait. And when he was safe at her side, they could watch the whole fucking thing go up in flames to be reborn anew.

‘I am the storm,’ she told herself. She let her lightning rage, right alongside her heart, and she split the gods-damned tower in two.

Wilder’s chest swelled as he watched Thea. Her movements were a fluid poetry, her blade an extension of herself, striking with precision and grace… and yet he could tell she was holding back. There was no storm magic in the air, nor even a hint of that Furies-given power he knew flowed through Thea now. No, she was fighting with the abilities she’d honed over the years and nothing more.

‘No man could have you and not be consumed,’