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

by Sabaa Tahir

I swore two vows that day: to protect, always. To love, always. Within a year, I had broken both.

It’s damned stupid to fall for a once-dead ghost-talker, I don’t care how pretty he is.

“Skies save me from the men in my life and all the things they think they know.

Ghosts, it turns out, love to gossip.

You used to know me, I think. But you don’t know me anymore. I don’t know me anymore.

Enraged, the Blood Shrike looks at Elias, who shrugs. “You didn’t think I’d just leave them be, did you?”

“Reading lips again?” “Only yours, Shrike.”

“You are cruel, Elias,” she whispers against my mouth. “To give a girl all she desires only to tear it away.” “This isn’t the end for us, Laia of Serra.”