The Irresistible Urge to Fall for Your Enemy (Dearly Beloathed, #1)

by Brigitte Knightley

Aurienne said nothing, because, you know.

We don’t do refunds. We’re the Fyren Order, not Murder Mart.”

There was a lovely irony to their respective wayfinding: her light created a blind spot for him, and his shadows were inscrutable darkness to her; opposite topographies guided them up the same path.

“Have you no compassion?” asked Fairhrim. “I’m not burdened with it, no.”