A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

I know better than to tell you to be careful, or to come home. But I want

you home. Soon. And I want him dead for putting a hand on you.

I lifted my head and beheld the joy and concern and love shining in those remarkable eyes.

Neither did Rhys as he murmured, “My love,” and kissed me.

No amusement, nothing but that predatory intensity, focused on my every breath. “There are other things I’d rather do first.”