Storm and Fury (The Harbinger, #1)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Humankind must always be in the position of exercising free will without fear of consequence.

I’d been a weapon since birth, and very few things scared me, but I didn’t have the courage to say what I wanted. Which was to be wanted for anything other than what I was born for.

“I don’t think...there’s ever a boring second around you.”

I jumped, surrounded by nothing but air, and in those brief seconds, right before I began to fall, I became weightless and I knew that was what flying felt like.

I’ll find you. Wherever you go, I will find you.”

“I love you,” I said, and Misha’s eyes widened. There was a flicker of surprise, almost as if he couldn’t believe I was going to do it, and for a brief second, I didn’t know what he wanted from me, what he expected. Didn’t he know me at all? Didn’t he know there was no way I’d let him kill Zayne? That I’d let him take me? Why didn’t he realize that? Misha reached for me. But I lifted the sword high as it spit white fire. Screaming filled my ears, drowning out everything around me and in me, and a distant part of me realized that it was me making those sounds, it was me wailing as I swung the sword down on Misha. The white flames burned bright, and I thought there was a moment our gazes locked, a moment when I saw the boy I grew up with staring back at me through familiar beautiful blue eyes, but then the flames swallowed Misha, and within a stuttered heartbeat, he was gone.