Beyond What Is Given (Flight & Glory #3)

by Rebecca Yarros

That was the measure of a person to me. Not the shit they pulled, but the way they recovered from it,

only sleep on the left side of the bed.” He cocked an eyebrow. “That’s a selfish fact,” I warned. “Not an invitation.” “I’d sleep on the floor to get closer to you.” I was so fucked.

A love that demanded to be known and was strong enough not to need reciprocity.

“She frustrates the shit out of me, pushes me past my comfort zone. She breaks down every wall I have with no permission or apologies. She turns me wild just to get my hands on her, and when I do…” I closed my eyes. “She owns me. It’s not that I’m not capable of being me without her, but I’m better with her. Because of her. She’s the only possible future I see for myself, and that’s what scares the shit out of me.”