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“Decision was simple. She’s worth a dozen of me,” Xaden says, and my breath catches at the intensity in his eyes. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he means it. “And I’m not talking about her signet. I would have told her everything discussed here anyway, so an open door is a moot point.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“I go where you go.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“You want to know something true? Something real? I love you. I’m in love with you. I have been since the night the snow fell in your hair and you kissed me for the first time. I’m grateful my life is tied to yours because it means I won’t have to face a day without you in it. My heart only beats as long as yours does, and when you die, I’ll meet Malek at your side. It’s a damned good thing that you love me, too, because you’re stuck with me in this life and every other that could possibly follow.” My lips part. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, ever needed to hear. “I do love you,” I admit in a whisper.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“You know it’s not like that for him,” he says in a lecturing tone that reminds me of Xaden. “I’ve never seen him—” “Let’s not do this.” “—care like this—” “No really. Stop.” “—and that includes Catriona.” My gaze whips toward him. “Who the hell is Catriona?” He winces and presses his lips in a thin line. “What are the chances that you’ll forget I said that between here and Samara?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame