Lady of The Lake (Fey Academy for Spies, #3)

by C.N. Crawford

This man is a flickering flame in the darkness, and I’m the moth drawn to his fire. I know he’ll singe my wings, but I can’t resist the light.

This, here, is your home.”

“A strange feeling.” Slowly, he unfastens his cloak and pulls it off. “What strange feeling?” “Giving a fuck if anyone around me is cold or hungry, or otherwise unhappy.” As he wraps his cloak around me

I’m going to go deal with the dragon. She’s bleeding, too, you know. It’s like you don’t even care about the dragon.”