A ​Sky Beyond the Storm (An Ember in the Ashes, #4)

by Sabaa Tahir

He grins suddenly, and I turn to see Harper coming down the hallway. His sleeves are rolled up, and there’s rain in his hair and glistening along his cheekbones. No distractions, Shrike. Do not stare at his forearms—or his face—

Oh shes down BAD