Reign of Stars and Fire (The Broken Kingdoms, #8)

by L.J. Andrews

“Stop. Stealing. My baby.”

Us women do enough, we better make the men do something while they can.”

“Mad old bitty,” Calista muttered.

“I hate this conversation, and will throw the mightiest of tantrums should it continue.”

“I will never deserve you.” “Likely not,” she said, grinning. “But I insist you make it your life’s ambition and keep trying.

“Stop making a mess, little rose.”

“Nik, stay back. We need you alive, not dead,” Gunnar shouted over his shoulder. The Falkyn balked. “Come again, princeling.” “You’re here to heal this plague, not go to battle.” “Look around you, boy,” Niklas snapped, adjusting the gold rings on his fingers. “We all are doomed for another battle. I was surviving before you took your first breath. Never tell me to stay back from a fight, understand?”

“Stop fighting, Awakener. You won’t win.” “Does that actually work?” My lip curled. “Have you ever met someone on the battlefield who simply gave up because you asked?” “The wise ones.” “Ah. I’ve never pretended to be wise.”

Davorin wanted to take this from me, from us. He could try. He would lose.

“Thank the gods.” Ari wrapped his arm around my waist. “There you have it, our throne is all yours. We’ll be in the hills, undisturbed for at least a turn. Enjoy ruling a kingdom.”