The War of Two Queens (Blood And Ash, #4)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

“Whether she ruled over all the lands and seas or was the Queen of nothing but a pile of ashes and bones, she would—will—always be my Queen. Love is too weak an emotion to describe how she consumes me and what I feel for her. She is my everything.”

“You have me,” he swore against my swollen lips. “Always.” “And forever,” I whispered.

Be careful but be brave.

Either way, I had hope, and that was such a remarkable, confusing thing. Fragile. Contagious. Breakable. But, ultimately, beautiful.

You’re my shelter, Cas. My roof and my walls—my foundation. And I am yours.”