A Fire in the Flesh (Flesh and Fire, #3)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

I suppose love made you capable of that: wanting happiness for another, even if it meant them finding it with someone else.

What had Holland said about love? Basically, that it was as equally awe-inspiring as it was horrifying.

all of us are capable of monstrous acts, but it does not make us monsters.”

“With my sword and my life,” Rhain spoke, lifting his head. The others echoed his words. “I shall honor you.” Silvery, crackling eather erupted from his fingers, spreading across the sword. The blade collapsed first, and then the hilt turned to ash. “In blood and in ash, forevermore.”

I never wanted until you.

“The lives of millions of mortals nor those of the gods do not surpass yours. The realms can rot into the Abyss and all life can cease.” Another streak slid down his other cheek, damp and the color of midnight crimson. “I don’t care, as long as you are beside me.”

Because death was final. The absence of choice. And life was a collection of new beginnings.