A Light in the Flame (Flesh and Fire, #2)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

“It would be unthinkable for the embers of both to thrive in one being. But if they could?” He gave a short laugh with a raise of his dark brows. “The kind of power they’d wield? It would be truly absolute. They could unravel realms in the same breath they created new ones.”

“I actually don’t know,” he said. “Fates don’t know the inner workings of one’s mind.” Fates also weren’t at all helpful.

“I can sense your need. Feel it. Taste it. You’re drowning in it.” His eyes slammed shut. “I’m fucking drowning in it.” A sharp dart of desire sliced through me. “Then drown with me.”

“Daddy Nyktos is not happy,” Ector murmured.

Forgiveness benefits the forgiver, and it’s easy. Understanding is acceptance, and that is far harder.”

Reaver looked up at me with expectant ruby-hued eyes as if waiting.

His eyes flashed a shade of blue so bright and intense that they briefly resembled polished sapphires before they returned to the deep red hue I knew.

“If you ever see lilacs like this near water in the mortal realm, you can be assured that you’re near a gateway to Iliseeum—to Dalos, in particular.” I thought of my lake. “And if there are none?” “Then the gateway likely leads to the Shadowlands,” he said.

I met Kolis’s stare, and while it was my lips that curved, it was Sotoria who smiled as I paid the price.

“You’re not Sotoria. You have two souls. Yours. And hers.”

“Perhaps there is a silver beast and a brightest moon. Two. Not one,” he rambled. “Two then one.”

“Eythos always hated me. Do you know why? Because he loved Mycella, and Mycella loved me. It didn’t matter that I didn’t return those sentiments. That I never acted upon what she felt. He still hated me, and that was why he refused the only fucking thing I ever asked of him.”