A Power Unbound (The Last Binding, #3)

by Freya Marske

Jack knew how armies worked. Atrocities were committed first and legitimised later,

It was intolerable that he now kept turning out the pockets of his soul and finding caught in their seams the desire to let someone else take his weight.

A true interest in someone was a sort of kindness.

Jack kissed like an argument.

I would take your heart within my ribs.

I would write you into immortality. I would trap you in ink and wear the pages next to my skin until they fell apart. Kiss me until I know you. Kiss me until you know me, and unmake me, and love me anyway.