Nightstrider (Nightstrider, #1)

by Sophia Slade

The words were a flimsy shield against the brunt of the truth. That looking at Wren, be she smirking or grinning or drenched in blood, was like the first spear of sunlight through a violent storm. That in only days she had worked her way under his skin, lodging herself firmly, infuriatingly, in the fabric of his soul.

It would not be so bad, he thought. To meet his end with her pressed against him. “It was an honor,” Wren said. “To fight by your side.” “I wish I could have taught you to dance.” Alaric could not help but smile when a bewildered laugh thrummed through her body. “Maybe in another life.”