Flamefall (The Aurelian Cycle, #2)

by Rosaria Munda

All of this, in a few words, like a delicate flower plucked from the earth and offered. For me to cradle in my hands or crush under my heel, as I choose. I have to lift on tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. “Of course.”

That’s not my path. This is my path.” It feels brilliant and blinding and free, the clarity that comes with this realization. We’ll set our sights on the stars together. But they’re different stars, and we’ll stand back to back. I lift up on tiptoe to kiss Lee on the cheek.