Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

But he’d work with her, help in whatever way he could. And if she never returned to who she had been before this, he would not love her any less.

Her husband, her dearest friend, closed his eyes. The reek of Valg blood and metal clung to him, and yet beneath it—beneath it, that was his scent. The smell of home.