Rule of Wolves (King of Scars, #2)

by Leigh Bardugo

“He’s fun,” said Nikolai, pouring a glass of brandy. “I forgot how fun he is.”

she had spent her life standing on the outside of moments, unsure of where she belonged.

Love was the destroyer. It made mourners, widows, left misery in its wake. Grief and love were one and the same. Grief was the shadow love left when it was gone.