A Power Unbound (The Last Binding, #3)

by Freya Marske

“I don’t think anyone’s ever described Robin as subtle before,” Courcey said. “He’ll enjoy the novelty.”

Manning continued to stare at Robin as if the sun were rising and setting in his face. Jack had never in his life felt the slightest urge to fuck Robin Blyth, but it was enough to make him briefly wonder if he was missing out on something.

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

Jack Alston might not have magic, but he was moving through the world again, and had people relying on him again, and it was blood rushing back into the numb flesh of his feelings. Forcing him to live.

The past could turn you into a strip of paper with a single side, so that comfort and vulnerability slid away down invisible channels and couldn’t be grasped. Except, perhaps, if you bent your will towards unlearning your own history. If you let yourself soften and be porous. Even if only like this, in silence, and at an angle.

If there are days in the rest of my life when I don’t have you there to pick fights with, they will be the poorer for it.

“I would take your heart between my ribs and guard it like my own. Is there any way I could make you believe it?”

dirtiest stories. “I want to kiss you until your mouth forgets it exists for any reason but to let me taste it. I want to kiss you so well, and so long, that every narrator in your books will crawl off their pages and die from sheer jealousy.”