Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

I will not die today. —Violet Sorrengail’s personal addendum to the Book of Brennan

It was over in an instant. It was everything I’ve ever wanted…except… Shit. I don’t want it anymore.

Not that I wouldn’t climb the man like a tree if presented with the right set of circumstances.

“Maybe it was when I saw Oren holding a knife to your throat,” he says. “Or maybe it was when I realized the bruises on your neck were fingerprints and wanted to kill them all over again just so I could do it slowly. Maybe it was the first time I recklessly kissed you or when I realized I’m fucked because I can’t stop thinking about doing more than just kissing you.” My breath catches at his admission, but he just sighs, lets his head fall back against the wall.

“Good.” I lean in and brush my lips over his. “Because I think I’m in love with you.” My heart beats erratically, and panic claws up my rib cage. I shouldn’t have said it. His eyes flare wide and his arms tighten around me. “You think? Or you know?” Be brave.