The Bone Shard Emperor (The Drowning Empire, #2)

by Andrea Stewart

Iloh was an ass. It didn’t take me long to come to that conclusion. Some faces were worn a certain way from one too many smug expressions, their assedness carved into the lines around mouth and eyes. The lines on Iloh’s face were a map leading to only one destination: the capital of asses.

He slid past me, his body low to the ground, his ears flattened, jaw clenched. “Very funny. Jovis makes big jokes when he can’t face big feelings.”