Onyx Storm (The Empyrean #3)

by Rebecca Yarros

“I am as unknown as he is, and you still trust me,” she says. “I will not be another battle you have to fight.”

“‘Your wings won’t hold the weight of this ice,’” Andarna blatantly mocks him. “And yet yours miraculously carry the burden of your ego.”

“Pain isn’t a competition,” I assure him. “There’s always enough to go around.”

I fumble the conduit and nearly drop it. Xaden and I are the first of our signets to live simultaneously since the Great War?

“Now tell me, which chose you first? The one who gifted you the power of the sky? Or the irid?”

You might be angry when you realize I didn’t wake you to say goodbye. But it’s only because I no longer fully trust my ability to walk away. —Recovered Correspondence of His Grace, Lieutenant Xaden Riorson, Sixteenth Duke of Tyrrendor, to Cadet Violet Sorrengail

“I am yours and you are mine, and there’s no law or rule in this world or the next that will change that.”

Weird. There’s no mark at the back of his neck like he carries on his palm. There hadn’t been one on Dain’s wrist, either.