Onyx Storm (The Empyrean #3)

by Rebecca Yarros

I’ll use Tyrrendor to protect you, not you to protect Tyrrendor.”

“Because you’re the only one capable of killing me.”

“Yes, love, I’m jealous.” He splays his hand over the small of my back and tugs me toward him. “I’m jealous of the armor that holds you when I can’t, the sheets on your bed that caress your skin every night, and the blades that feel your hands. So, when the prince of our realm walks into my classroom and starts talking to the woman I love with what can only be considered intense familiarity, and then has the audacity to ask her out right in front of me, naturally, I’m going to get jealous.” He brings our bodies flush.