Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

“Fascinating. You look all frail and breakable, but you’re really a violent little thing, aren’t you?”

You are not attracted to toxic men, I remind myself, and yet, here I am, getting all attracted.

Xaden fills the doorway like some kind of dark, avenging angel, the messenger of the queen of the gods.

“You never considered that it was you I couldn’t stay away from?”

“Fuck, that stubborn, feisty look always makes me want to kiss you.” Xaden’s expression remains bland, bored even, but his eyes heat as his gaze drops to my mouth. “And you say this now, where people will see if you actually do.” My breath catches. “When did I ever give you the impression that I give a fuck what people think about me?” A corner of his mouth rises, and now it’s all I can concentrate on, damn him. “I only care what they think about you.”

There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, Violence.”

“Even when I’m not with you, there’s only you.

“I’ve been yours for longer than you could ever imagine.”