House of Sky and Breath (Crescent City, #2)

by Sarah J. Maas

He lifted his gaze to her, stars in his eyes. Actual stars.

So Bryce addressed the two of them as she lifted her chin. “My name is Bryce Quinlan.” The male stepped forward, tucking in his wings. He smiled slightly and said in the Old Language, in a voice like glorious night, “Hello, Bryce Quinlan. My name is Rhysand.”

“Ruhn and Athalar have been taken prisoner by the Asteri. Dec saw it on the palace feeds. Tharion called from the Depth Charger pod to say Cormac’s dead.” Ithan began shaking his head, even as he contemplated the risk of discussing this on the phone. Breathing was somehow impossible as he whispered, “Bryce?” A long, long pause. Ithan slid to the soaking ground. “She disappeared. You … you gotta come hear it from Dec.” “Is she alive?” Ithan’s snarl tore through the rain, bouncing off the bricks. “The last we saw her in this world … she was.” “What do you mean, in this world?” But he had a terrible feeling that he already knew.

My … my pack needs me.” That’s what they’d become. He’d lost his brother, his brother’s pack—the pack that would have one day been his—but this one … He wouldn’t lose it. Would fight until the bitter end to protect it.

Her brow furrowed. The feeds on her tank began blaring and beeping, flashing red. The hair on Ithan’s arms rose. And then, lids fluttering, like the Alpha fought for every inch toward awakening, the lost Fendyr heir opened her eyes.