Of Ash and Embers (The Mist King, #2)

by Jenna Wolfhart

“Good,” he said in a growl as his lips skimmed my neck. “I hope he does. And he will see that his claim on you means nothing. You are not his, and you never will be. Fuck his dragon mark.”

“I will never let him touch you again. Do you understand me?” “It might not be up to you,” I whispered back. “He would have to rip my limbs from my body to stop me from protecting you. And even then, I would find a way.”

“Books are the boards beneath our feet. Without them, we risk wading in mud.”

“As long as dreams remain, so do the stars,”