The Rose and the Dagger (The Wrath & the Dawn, #2)

by Renée Ahdieh

Because nothing hurt like missing her.

“You’re better than beautiful.” Rahim took a careful breath. “You’re interesting. Never forget that.”

As such, it was only the third time in his life anyone had ever struck him with such unmitigated force. With such visceral hatred. First his father. Then Shahrzad. And now Jalal.

A coin turns on itself a number of times before it lands.”

The Caliph of Khorasan laughed. And it was not at all like she would have expected. It was relaxed. Soft and melodic.

Even beg, barter, or steal.

Alexander Hamilton?