A Reaper at the Gates (An Ember in the Ashes, #3)

by Sabaa Tahir

“Oh, he’ll come.” Skies, I hate her as I say it. He will come for her. He always will. As he never will for me.

If you listen close you can hear my heart being ripped out

I witness myself through his eyes: angry and cold and weak and strong and brave and warm. Not the Blood Shrike. Helene. And I would be blind not to see what he feels for me. I am woven into his consciousness the way Elias used to be woven into mine. Harper is always aware of where I am, of whether I am all right.

He’s probably going to die violently because I love him