Empire of Storms (Throne of Glass, #5)

by Sarah J. Maas

Rowan had been bred and honed for battle, and every inch of him was pure-blooded warrior. He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Hers—he was hers, and— “You are mine,” Rowan breathed, and she felt the claiming in her bones, her soul. “I am yours,” she answered. “And you love me.” Such hope and quiet joy in his eyes, beneath all that fierceness. “To whatever end.” For too long—for too long had he been alone and wandering. No longer.

“None of you are being taken prisoner,” Aelin growled, and walked away. And there would be no second or third shots. Only the first shot. Only her shot. Perhaps it was time to see how deep that new well of power went. What lived inside it. Perhaps it was time for Morath to learn to scream.