Thorns & Fire (The Ashes of Thezmarr, #2)

by Helen Scheuerer

Torj had become what he was always meant to be: the shield between Wren and the world that had already taken too much.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a morose drunk?” he asked. Wren raised a brow and replied dryly, “I’m usually a barrel of laughs.” “Sure you are, Embers,” Torj teased. “That’s why we’re nursing the same warm drinks, sitting here in the back, away from all the merriment.”