Siege and Storm (Grisha Verse, #2)

by Leigh Bardugo

I know the truth in your heart. The loneliness. The growing knowledge of your own difference.” He leaned in closer. “The ache of it.”

What is infinite? The universe and the greed of men.”

“I thought you wanted to go.” “I wanted you to ask me to stay.”

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He shook his head. “This is all wrong.” The look on his face almost undid me. It was lost, startled, like a little boy standing alone in the ruin of a burning village. “Please, Alina,” he said softly. “Please. This can’t be how it ends.”