Onyx Storm (The Empyrean, #3)

by Rebecca Yarros

“So, I’m not here with the authority of a professor,” Xaden clarifies, masterfully ignoring Halden’s blatant insult. “You have no authority,” Halden seethes, color infusing his cheeks as he steps toward Xaden, his boots nearly reaching mine in the process. “I am the ranking officer here.”

Tihi i see what you're doing

“ruler of Deverelli, master of the trade, keeper of the troths, justice of the tribunal, and heir of the antiquities.” By the time he finishes, it’s hard to keep my brows level. “Sounds humble,” Xaden says. “Can’t wait to meet him.”

“Give me that.” To my surprise, Mira takes the kitten, not the map, cradling it against her chest with one hand. “Her name is Broccoli, not that,” he mutters. She looks at him like he’s sprouted whiskers. “You named a kitten Broccoli?”