A Power Unbound (The Last Binding, #3)

by Freya Marske

Alan was used to being looked at like he wasn’t there. Being looked at like a butterfly pinned to a board was a new one.

“That explains why the warding’s so powerful,” Edwin said, even though no it fucking didn’t.

“I assume you have a name as well as a title. Though I’ve not heard anyone use it. Not even your pa.” “Why would I use it, when I have people who can say ‘your lordship’ like it’s coated in dirt?”

Reality was being overwritten through sheer force of aristocratic authority.

“What does that do?” asked Edwin, who was still Edwin even when arrested and in peril.

He wanted to crack open his rib cage and place Alan Ross inside it, the better to warm him with Jack’s own blood.

“I would take your heart between my ribs and guard it like my own.

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.