The Wind Weaver (Reign of Remnants, #1)

by Julie Johnson

“The things we want most in this world…The things that make us feel the most intensely…” His eyes are locked on mine, never shifting, trying to convey something he isn’t willing to put plainly into words. “Those are the things we cannot have. Not without great risk.”

I am the Remnant of Air. I am the weaver of wind. I was born for this. I am stronger than my fear. And I will hold the line of chaos. I will keep the wind at bay. I will bolt the gate within. Even if it kills me.

He is annoyingly long-legged.

“Yes, you do. Carys considers you a godsend after your help with the birth. Uther has vowed everlasting allegiance on behalf of his son. Farley owes you his ability to walk. All my men—Jac, Mabon, Cadogan, any of them—would lay down their lives for you without question. And I—” He breaks off abruptly, teeth clicking together.

Emotions are a liability. Separate yourself from them.”

kiss? His way of reestablishing control. The new wall between us, impossible to scale? His method of reclaiming any forfeit autonomy.