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

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

You are just a vessel that would be empty if not for the ember of life you carry within you. Nyktos’s words had been harsh when he’d spoken them, but they were the truth. From birth, I had been nothing more than a blank canvas primed to become whatever the Primal of Death desired, or to be used in whatever manner my mother saw fit.

sheesh

“What will Kolis do if he realizes you’re shielding someone who carries the embers of life?” I demanded. “Or discovers that I carry Sotoria’s soul? What will he do to the Shadowlands? To those living here? I want to know what my presence will cost you.”

“Your presence will cost me nothing.” Shadows deepened once more beneath Nyktos’s flesh. “Bullshit,” I said,

“But now you know what you already knew. Some lessons will always be painful to learn.”

He would burn through the Shadowlands.

“I’ll definitely try to avoid doing that. It’ll be hard because I do like to touch dead things.”

lol

“Nyktos, I swear to the gods—” “You shouldn’t swear to the gods. It’s blasphemous.”

ha

“But your willingness to take such a risk speaks of your integrity. And that is to be respected. Honored.”

facts

“And if they still harbor any ill thoughts, they will be the last ones they ever have. No matter how loyal they are to the Shadowlands, I will destroy them.”

that parttttttt

“Are you sure you want me to pick her up?” “Why would I have a problem with that?” “You saw what I did to Nyktos.” I cut him a sharp look. “What you did to Ash was an accident. One I don’t fear you repeating with my daughter.”

We all need someone to watch over us.” Heat crawled up my throat. “Do you?” “Desperately,” he whispered.

I decided at that very moment, when he said my name like that, that I wanted to punch him. In the throat. Hard.

“You’ve already caused a disturbance.” The coldness in Nyktos’s voice sent a chill down my spine. “So whatever you think you’re going to do, get on with it. This whole scene is becoming a bore.”

lmfao