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“I have never been more scared than when I saw you run for that boy.” “Witt,” I whispered past the lump in my throat. “His name was Witt. And I couldn’t save him.”
Its so sad.
“Good. I have no desire to live in Quentis.”
Love a man committed
“You are mine.” His hands dove into my hair, fingers threading through my curls. “Even if we are kingdoms apart, you are mine. But I’d rather not be a kingdom apart.”
“When I am nothing but dust and ash, Turah will endure. I do not need a crown. And I have made peace with my destiny. But before I step into my grave, my choice is you.”
“This is my choice.” I slid my palm into his. Scar to scar.
“You. You are my choice.”
“Stop asking questions, Ransom, and kiss your wife.” “Yes, my queen.”
I was his. Not bound together by blood or vows or the treaties of men and magic. Bound by this night.
And he survived by speaking to the crux. By whispering the words Mack planted in his mind.
I hadn’t slept for long last night thanks to Ransom’s delicious torments,
Delicious torments is the best description I’ve ever read.
I wanted a thousand nights to sleep with the beat of his heart in my ear.
“It’s melting me inside. I swore to serve my king and burn burn burn.”
Wtf
But I wanted him here. I wanted to curl into his arms and feel his warmth.
“Again. And again. Keep breathing to remember that you can.”
“You’ll have bruises for a week or two. Your eyes will be black. But the blood in them will fade. And your body will heal. It only takes time. Unfortunately, there is no quick recovery from this.”
She knows because it happened to her.
That even though he was an adult, she was still his mother.
“Zavier Ransom Wolfe. Calm down. Now. Or you will leave this suite.”
Mama bear energy
“I’m okay,” I murmured. Now that he was here, I was okay.
“I’ve got you,” Ransom murmured. “I won’t let go.” He didn’t.
Extracting a monster’s power? “How?”
“There is one story that tells the tale of a monster’s claw given to a man as a gift for saving the beast’s life. When the claw was worn around his neck, the man never again felt pain or sickness. The day he took it off and gave it to his son was the day he died.”
“It was me. I started Lyssa.”
There was an intricate etching on the cover. A winged emblem. The same emblem on the pendant I wore around my neck.
his faith in those he loved was part of what made him so special.
“I will not take you to Allesaria.” Will not. He didn’t say cannot. Will not.
“You are a horrible spy.”
“You are not fucking dying, Ransom Wolfe.” “Hey.” He hauled me into his arms, holding me close as I fisted the back of his shirt. “Please don’t leave me,” I whispered.
“I don’t have an army for this fight, Odessa.” No, he didn’t. But my father did.
“Say you’ll find me again.”
“I’m serious, Ransom. You keep talking about my freedom. There is no freedom. I’m not talking about an ancient treaty or blood oath. I’m talking about you and me. I’m talking about this.” I pressed my hand over his heart. “If I died, would you be free?”
“Then you have to come back to me. Or I’ll hate you forever.”
I’d never hated him. Not even in the beginning. Not really. But hate was the safer word to use. Even if we both knew it meant something else.
“Don’t forget.” “Never.”
I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it for long, even with both hands. I only needed to hold it long enough.
“She is my life,” Ransom said. “She will be your death. As your mother will be mine.”
when he finally let me go, it was with a shove to Brother Dime. “You wanted her. You deal with her.”
female,
How do you know a bird's gender?
The males were always drawn with horns, but this female had spikes of her own on the front of her wings.
Dragon?
“Luella!” It was Ramsey’s shout that carried above the chaos.
He still loved her
“Do you really think I’ll just let you kill me?”
This was what I’d spent months and months training for. Not for someone else to come to my rescue. To rescue myself.
It buried deep into Zavier’s gut. At the same time, I drove my knives through Banner’s. Then the realm went quiet.
“Papa!” Evie’s voice cracked, and with it, another piece of my heart.
“Evie.” She couldn’t stay out here. Not like this. And so he would bleed out on this street. Alone.
“Brielle,” I gasped. She was dead out there. She had to run. To hide. “Run!” She stopped instead. She dropped the knives. And lifted her face to the stars. “No.”
“It’s not safe for you here.” He wasn’t talking about the fortress. He wasn’t talking about Ellder. It wasn’t safe for me in Turah.
Then, with a hopelessness the depths of which I’d never seen before, he unclasped the cuff on his forearm. And fastened it around mine. “You know what this is?” The road to Allesaria.
Do what needs to be done.”
“I trust you.”
“Run. Now, Cross.” Hot tears dripped to the dirt at my boots. “I love you.” “Yes, you do. Don’t forget.” “Never.” “Neither will I.”
