Rebecca Yarros

but I mold my body to Teine’s back and hold my seat like any good Sorrengail.

The sky was the only clean thing about this place.

The clock turned over, and I was twenty-eight.

Hell, I’m twenty-four and sometimes I still need to be reeled in.

“Sometimes you have to leave so you can know what it is you left. You don’t really value something until you’ve lost it.”

“Then why are you still here? Why did you leave?”

on’t really value something until you’ve lost it.”

“And if you never had it?”

Don’t make her go through it alone.

Damn, she fit against me exactly like I knew she would—perfectly.

“I’d forgotten what this felt like.”