House of Beating Wings (The Kingdom of Crows, #1)

by Olivia Wildenstein

Not yet, but rest assured, Fallon, that anyone who so much as wishes you harm will be dealt with accordingly.

Once you make me whole, I will owe you my life, Behach Éan. You’ll have nothing to fear from me.

If you don’t untuck your fucking shirt, I’ll inflict bodily harm on every Selvatin who leers at you. Is that truly what you want?

And I’ll do anything to protect you.

Why would you show yourself? Because I don’t tolerate men assaulting women.

“The only person, huh?” Tavo says, right before his face contorts with such pain that I think Lorcan planted his iron talons into a soft area on his body. “I wasn’t planning on killing her, you godsdamned psycho.”

I’d murder him first, Behach Éan.

You forget that you’re one of them, Fallon. One of my precious Crows.

You’re my curse-breaker, he says with a hint of exasperation, as though I’m being childish. I watch over you.

Perhaps not, but there are a dozen men downstairs, and although their odds of getting past me are nonexistent, I’d prefer not to soak any floors with blood.

Tell the princeling to fucking concentrate on the road instead of on your body, Fallon.

That you, Little Bird, belong to the sky. The crow emerges fully from the rocking surf, dark and huge, larger than I’ve ever seen it, a monster of down and iron. And that the sky . . . it belongs to me.

The gold ringing his pupils seems to churn. “You and I are just beginning, Fallon Báeinach.”

My jaw still aches from how hard I clenched it when he put his hands on her body. How tempted I’d been to sever his wrists and his neck, but Fallon would never have forgiven me.