Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

Oh. Gods. “You’re…you’re a hatchling,” I whisper. “I am not!” Andarna puffs steam into the air. “I’m two! The hatchlings can’t even fly!”

“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.”

All I ever want to do is kiss you, even when you piss me off.”

I sniff at the smoke in the air. “Did I…” “Set the curtains on fire?” He lifts a brow. “Yes.”

“You have everything I have to give.”

Lies are comforting. Truth is painful.”

My lungs only fill when hers do,