Oathbound (Legendborn, #3)

by Tracy Deonn

“Kissing you is like touching the sky, like touching the horizon. God, Bree, it’s even like touching the—” “The fall,” I whisper. “Not just standing at the edge, but going over. All of it.”

Mariah says, pushing her glasses up against her mask. “Besides, your love life remains unmatchedly messy. First it’s the Golden Boy, then it’s Grumpy Wizard, and now it’s back to the Golden Boy, but instead of a normal, happy reunion, you’re accidentally brawling in the basement? Girl.” She tuts as she puts her mug down. “Messy.”

“I’m drowning in you, Bree. I shouldn’t want to. I should fight it. But I can’t.”

A low curse erupts from him and he dives forward, capturing my lips with his, igniting us both.

When I finally whisper, “And if I want to burn it all to the ground?” His answer is a quick grin against my lips. “My blade is yours.”