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

by Sarah J. Maas

The queen seemed to note the details of his house as she was escorted to the sectional. His disgusting, beer-soaked house. Solas, a half-smoked mirthroot blunt sat in the ashtray on the coffee table a mere foot from Hypaxia. Ruhn said to Ithan, Get that fucking mirthroot out of here. Ithan lunged for it. Not right now! When she’s not looking. Ithan caught himself with that sunball player’s grace and relaxed against the cushions as Hypaxia sat, nestled between Flynn and Declan. If Ithan had to pick one word to describe the queen’s expression, it would have been baffled. Utterly baffled. Ruhn rubbed his neck, approaching the couch. “So, ah. Good to see you.” Hypaxia smiled in that wise, knowing way. Fucking Hel, she was lovely. But her voice darkened as she said, “I’d like to have a word with you. Alone.” Ithan rose, subtly swiping the mirthroot from the table. “Room’s yours. We’ll be upstairs.”