Warriors of Wind and Ash (Merciless Dragons, #2)

by Rebecca F. Kenney

Grasping my fragile hope, clutching my vengeance, clinging to the love of my people, I recite the lies. And I fight against the part of me that wants to believe them.

“Even if she hated me, I would save her,” I say quietly. “Even if she had sworn to crack my ribs open and claw out my heart upon our next meeting, still I would traverse oceans and mountain ranges for her, fly through a forest of voratrice tongues, brave the Mordvorren itself if I could spare her from pain.”

“One more thing,” I say softly. “Just so we’re both very clear on this point. You love me. And I love you back.”

“From this day on, your only title is ‘Queen,’ and I am your captive. My place is wherever you are. My will, my future, and my body are yours.”