Onyx Storm (The Empyrean #3)

by Rebecca Yarros

“You may question our knowledge, test our honor or dedication as riders and fliers. Serve up riddles, fake scenarios, chess games for all I care. But if you think I’m going to leave the only woman I’ve ever loved to contract marriage with a woman I do not get along with, then the lack of wisdom is yours, not mine.”

“There is no cure for me.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “That’s why you have to become better than me. There’s only you.”