Legendary (Caraval, #2)

by Stephanie Garber

Everything reeked of stale liquor, pine needles, and mistakes.

Dante had wings. And, holy mother of saints, they were beautiful—soulless jet-black with midnight-blue veins, the color of lost wishes and fallen stardust. He was turned toward his nightstand washing his face, or maybe he was kissing his reflection in the mirror.

It was the sort of kiss she could have lived in. The sort of kiss worth dying for.

It might have been her heart, breaking while he walked away—as if he hadn’t just freed the Fates and damned the entire world for her.