Firebird (The Fire That Binds, #1)

by Juliette Cross

He dipped his chin. “You are wise as you are beautiful, little firebird.”

I could no more part with her than I could shove my blade through my own heart. Not when the gods had given her to me, not when she was designed to be mine. A distant whisper floated to the surface, reminding me why I could never part with her: Treasure.

I bowed my head and prayed to the gods who would listen that we weren’t both now doomed together.