Oathbound (Legendborn, #3)

by Tracy Deonn

For a moment, I feel like the dead Theban girl in the museum. A prize collected by hungry hands, a valuable artifact that had once been a whole person. A girl who had once been alive, now trapped behind glass in a land and time she never could have imagined.

“My point is that as a child of Tristan, even you were taught to revere these traits—though you were never Called to battle to witness their necessity.” Her eyes widen at my words, but I can’t stop them. “My point is that you mock the very values that keep you relevant—and you should hold your tongue in gratitude.”

Slay

Nick studies me as though he is choosing his next words carefully. “He’s a Kingsmage… and you’re his king.”

I miss him...