Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

“Going for blood today, are we, Violence?”

Beautiful. Fucking. Asshole.

“You can hate me all you want when you wake up. You can scream, hit, throw your fucking daggers at me for all I care, but you have to live. You can’t make me fall for you and then die. None of this is worth it without you.”