Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

The pain in his eyes is the kind that never dies, the kind that rises like an unpredictable tide and floods the shoreline without mercy.

“You never considered that it was you I couldn’t stay away from?”

“Do you boys just want to whip it out and measure? It would be faster.”

“Fuck, that stubborn, feisty look always makes me want to kiss you.”