A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

Something thumped in front of me. A bottle of wine. “It’s fine if you drink directly from it,” was all Mor said.

“I belong to no one. But my heart belongs to you.”

“We’re all broken,” Mor said. “In our own ways—in places no one might see.”

“You do not fear,” Rhys breathed. “You do not falter. You do not yield. You go in, you get her, and you come out again.” I nodded again, holding his stare. “Remember that you are a wolf. And you cannot be caged.”

“Someone fish out dear Amren before she catches a cold.”