Vow of Thieves (Dance of Thieves, #2)

by Mary E. Pearson

We. Everything was we now. We wove our dreams together like armor. Nothing could stop us now.

Sometimes you need to own one whole day. Maybe that’s what makes you brave enough to face another.”

I kissed the top of her head. My breath, my blood, my calm.

“Or what, Jase? What are you going to do? I am your brother!” My chest heaved. “And Kazi is my wife!”

Synové’s brows pulled down defensively. “When opportunity knocks, you don’t go punching it in the face.”

“When opportunity knocks, you get nice and cozy with it, right?” Mason grimaced. “It’s not what you think—”

There will be times you won’t sleep, Jase. Times you won’t eat. Times you wish the world would stop for just one day.

I rolled over and looked at her again. Right now the only job I wanted was to be Kazi’s husband. A good one.

The queen once told me there were a hundred ways to fall in love. Maybe there were a hundred ways to find and give forgiveness too.

and I thought about the way history was made every day in small and large ways, by all kinds of people, every action creating new destinies,