Oathbound (Legendborn, #3)

by Tracy Deonn

Sometimes you need another voice to press itself into you and remind you that you’re right to say the scary thing, even if that scary thing is absolutely true.

“I knew you could grieve dead people,” I whisper. “Guess I didn’t realize you could grieve living people too.”

Rootcrafters are Black. Rootcrafter girls, specifically, make a good target, because a missing Black girl won’t raise the alarm bells the way a missing white girl would.”

“Briana is mine. My Scion. My sovereign. My king,”

“I don’t need to do anything!” he snarls, stepping forward. “I only need her.”