Dru

“The world has made us enemies. You can hate my people all you want. You can curse the shadow-kind and spit on the Veil Worshippers or string me up as the Veil Scholar, but hear these words and know I mean them. I trust you, and I do not want to be your enemy.”
― Laura Winter, The Curse of Broken Shadows

“Stop counting,” she breathed. “Brela, I can’t,” he rasped. “If I stop, I won’t be able to hold myself back.” Her tongue ran over her lips. “Then don’t.”
― Laura Winter, The Curse of Broken Shadows

“learning the history of Ryia and the celvusa. Here, they were commonly referred to as gods-awarded familiars and guardians, for those who were deemed worthy of protection.”
― Laura Winter, The Curse of Broken Shadows

“I have no intention of giving up your knife, but if you hold back like you did with Elias, I will not hesitate to humiliate you.” Her heart skipped, and he could have sworn the shard in her collarbone twitched, but she just purred. “Dangerous words, for the dragon to challenge the shadow wolf. Are you sure you’re prepared for me?” Cason stepped back, matched her feral grin, and raised his sword. “Let it burn.”
― Laura Winter, The Curse of Broken Shadows