The ​Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and Ash, #3)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

No matter how much I trained with weapons and my body, my waist would never be narrow, nor would my hips ever be slender like the Ladies in Wait in Solis. I liked cheese and bacon and chocolate-covered everything too much for that.

He halted, looking up at me with eyes that were now luminous. “You should hold onto the bench.” With shaking hands, I gripped the edge of the seat. One side of his lips curved up. “Good girl.”

“You weren’t the only one seeking sanctuary that night. He was in need of shelter—one that could bear the weight of his desires, his love, and his pain. And he found it. He may have given you freedom, but you have given him more than you could ever know.”

I was vengeance and wrath given form,