Harrow the Ninth (The Locked Tomb, #2)

by Tamsyn Muir

Melted steel. Mingled blood. Harrowhark-and-Gideon, Gideon-and-Harrowhark at last.

and back then to die in Gideon’s arms had seemed entirely correct. She could feel Gideon’s fingers digging into the small of her back, could feel her shirt billowing in the pool as they sank to the bottom in a tangle.

that final resting place of Harrowhark’s one true love, lay a sword.