The Wrath & the Dawn (The Wrath and the Dawn, #1)

by Renée Ahdieh

Her chest was falling in on itself. Silver stars ringed the edges of her vision. The pain in her chest grew. The silver stars were rimmed in black now. And her neck was on fire. Shiva. The tears and the pain all but blinding her, she forced open her eyes one more time, to a curtain of dark hair; to a waterfall of black ink spilling across the last page of her life. No. I’m not nothing. I was loved. Then, from the distant reaches of her mind, she heard a commotion . . . And the cord was released. She fell to the ground, her body striking the granite, hard. Sheer will to live forced air down her throat, despite the burning agony of each breath. And someone grasped her by the shoulders and took her into his arms. As her vision struggled to clear, the only things she saw were the amber eyes of her enemy, close to her own. Then, with the last dram of strength she possessed— She struck him across the face.