Rule of Wolves (King of Scars, #2)

by Leigh Bardugo

how either of them put up with the other was beyond her. Maybe relentless gloom and persistent sunshine were the right combination.

“Ready?” she asked. Nina clutched the rope. “To be lowered like a sack of flour into the heart of witchhunter power?” “This was your idea. We can still turn around.” “Do not second-guess the sack of flour. The sack of flour is wise beyond her years.”

“This is it?” Aleksander asked, looking at the crates of decrepit weapons. He picked up one of the old, single-shot rifles. “We might as well try to slap them to death.”

He hates his life so much rn

She stood up on her toes and planted a kiss on Hanne’s lips.

Nina really pulled Brums favorite soldier AND his daughter