House of Striking Oaths (The Kingdom of Crows, #3)

by Olivia Wildenstein

Cato gapes at me as though I’m one crow short of a murder.

Can one be ready for their soul and heart to catch fire and burn?

“You take my fucking breath away, Little Bird.”

One needs not to possess a soft heart to feel empathy; one needs only to possess a heart.

my mate isn’t some little pebble that can be rolled away; he’s a boulder against which ships crash and oceans foam.