Court of Ice and Ash (The Broken Kingdoms, #2)

by L.J. Andrews

“He always will,” Tor snarled. “You will either be his rise or his downfall. And neither of you sees it.”

“You insisted on being a hero again and allowed your body to be impaled. It is a habit of yours I rather hate.”

I hated her so much I thought I might love her. And I hated that even more.

“When someone trusts you so much that they reveal their broken, splintered pieces, you cannot unsee them. You help them mend. You share yours.”

“You command me.” He smiled against my mouth. “All of me. Irritating, since I am a prince.”

Even if it killed me. Even if those were my final words. Valen Ferus would know I was his. I always had been.

“My name is Valen Ferus, the Night Prince of Etta! And you, false king, you are in my seat.”