Empire of Storms (Throne of Glass, #5)

by Sarah J. Maas

“Aelin is my heart. I taught her what I knew, and it worked because our magics understood each other deep down—just as our souls did.

“Run.” Then Manon Blackbeak whirled and brought Wind-Cleaver down upon her grandmother.

Dorian said smoothly, “You will find, Rolfe, that one does not deal with Celaena Sardothien. One survives her.”

“Because I am going to marry you,” he promised her. “One day. I am going to marry you. I’ll be generous and let you pick when, even if it’s ten years from now. Or twenty. But one day, you are going to be my wife.”

“That was the price of my power. What shall yours be, Aelin Galathynius?”

And he wondered if Aelin was somehow watching the archipelago, and the seas, and the skies, as if she might never see them again.

And behind it, descending upon the Fae fleet with wicked delight, flew twelve others.

And tell him … tell him thank you—for walking that dark path with me back to the light.”