Nikki

“From the first moment he had set eyes on Eliana, he had known her in his bones, in the knit of his muscles, in the roar of his blood. As a boy, he had cradled her tiny infant body in his arms and done everything he could to hold on to her even as the world ripped itself apart at their feet. And now, as a man, her closeness changed the air around him, drawing his senses taut as bowstrings and lighting his skin from the inside out, as if he had consumed a brew of stars that wouldn’t stop spinning. But in the war room, the air remained dull and unremarkable, and he knew she wasn’t there even before he scanned the room to confirm it. Ordinarily, he wasn’t one to make a scene, but in that instance, he felt dangerously close to it. “Where is she?” he said very quietly,”
― Claire Legrand, Kingsbane