Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

You are nothing to me, and I do not care.”

“I see her slipping away, bit by bit, because you shove her down when she so desperately needs someone to help her back up.”

“I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don’t care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.”