Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

“You can ride me when the flesh rots off my bones, wingleader.”

“When did I ever give you the impression that I give a fuck what people think about me?” A corner of his mouth rises, and now it’s all I can concentrate on, damn him. “I only care what they think about you.”

There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, Violence.”