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

by Renée Ahdieh

“She won’t have me.” He tugged his fingers through his hair again. “It appears you aren’t the only one to have noticed the harem of women outside my chamber door.”

NOOOOOO

“I love her. I think I want to marry her.” Again, Khalid stopped short. This time, he did not turn around. The words stung—the ease with which they fell from his cousin’s lips.

Shahrzad glowered down at Teymur. “If you ever touch me again, I’ll rip off your sorry excuse for manhood and feed it to the falcon.”

Pfffffftttttt

“Despite all, I find I … miss the little troublemaker. And how she made you smile.”

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

True strength isn’t about sovereignty. It’s about knowing when you need help and having the courage to accept it.”

“My wife can be very persuasive.”

Is this the first time he has said wife aloud?! Maybe second?!

“How old do you think I am, Shazi? A mere babe in swaddling? Or a young woman able to concoct a sleeping draught. For you cannot have both.”

Irsa slayyy

“Together.” Irsa smiled wider. Shahrzad nodded. “Together.”

I dont know about thisssss

Even the very grains of sand seemed to yield to her.

IRSA SLAY SLAY SLAY YES GIRLLLL

With everyone else, he was chipped ice on a mountain. With her sister, he was a summer breeze across the sea.

“I rather liked it.” Her mouth fell ajar. “Even though I yelled at you?” “In truth, that might have made all the difference.” “Really?” Irsa blinked, astounded. “Goodness, but you’re odd. Has anyone ever told you that?” His smile appeared again, just as mystifying as before. Then— The Caliph of Khorasan laughed.

This whole exchange between Khalid and Irsa was the most precious few moments!

“Because when I kiss you, I want yours to be the first … and last lips I ever kiss.” “Oh,” she said for the second time. For the last time.

HOW BEAUTIFULLY PERFECT FOR IRSA AND RAHIM IM GONNA CRY RIGHT ABOUT HERE HEHEDHHEGDGDHE

Understood what it meant to feel at home wherever you were. To feel as though you belonged in any moment, at any place, in any time.

with the touch of his tongue sending wildfire through her veins, she knew she would always be home here.

After a moment, with the slightest twinge behind his heart— Tariq returned the gesture.

What a turn of events?!?!

Shahrzad smiled. “Are you a genie or a fool?” “A fool. As I’ve always been when it comes to you.”

His touch was silk over steel. It made her hot and cold all at once. His kisses were the perfect mix of hard and soft. Practiced and unrestrained. When she tried to tug him closer, Khalid was careful. Too careful. As always, Shahrzad wanted more.

For it was easy to be good and kind in times of plenty. The trying times were the moments that defined a man.

“Give me a meaningful love or a beautiful death!”

Me with every book i read ahahah

Without hesitation, Shahrzad splashed the remainder of her wine in Despina’s face.

Tea

He was here to burn something to the ground.

SLAY SLAY SLAY KHALID LETS GO

dust of discarded diamonds.

How fun

Blind rage was the action of a boy who existed in the shadows. Not the king Khalid wished to be.

SLAY YOU WALK AWAY AND PLAN!!!!!!

A familiar, melodic laugh froze him in his tracks. Without thought, Jalal began to run.

GET YOUR WOMAN FINALLY PLEASE

It was sealed with a kiss.

YIPPPEEEEEEE

Her heart was as boundless as the ocean. As vast as the sky.