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

by Renée Ahdieh

He would burn alone—again and again—before he would ever watch such a thing.

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

Her strong, proud king. Her beautiful, broken monster. The boy she loved beyond words—

Shazi, I prefer the color blue to any other. The scent of lilacs in your hair is a source of constant torment. I despise figs. Lastly, I will never forget, all the days of my life, the memories of last night— For nothing, not the sun, not the rain, not even the brightest star in the darkest sky, could begin to compare to the wonder of you. Khalid

my queen.”

I want to live. You are where I live.”

“And do you know you make my life a thousand times worth living?” “Yes.” Her throat went dry. “I do.”

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

Because at that moment, with the press of Rahim’s lips to hers, with the touch of his tongue sending wildfire through her veins, she knew she would always be home here. With this boy. In this moment. In this time. And that her heart would never be lonely again.

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