Empire of Storms

Dramatic rescues give him purpose and fulfillment in his dull, immortal life.”

“It is not such a hard thing, is it—to die for your friends.”

“This wasn’t my plan.”

“I know,” Dorian said with a half smile. “That’s why you don’t like it.”

Dorian cut the Queen of Terrasen a wry glance. “People other than you can solve things, you know.”

“Endymion,” he said hoarsely. “Enda, I need you to listen.”

Then I remember how much it delights me when you reveal it—usually when it’s most likely to make my heart stop dead in my chest.”

For demanding where their allies were, for implying all that he had in those moments before the ilken attack. She’d just taken it.

That full mouth slanted into a half grin as Ansel of Briarcliff, Queen of the Wastes, drawled, “Who gave you permission to use my name in pit fights, Aelin?”

Hellas, god of death. Who had traveled here with Anneith, his consort.

Rowan gave him a lazy smile but refrained from commenting on the delicate, dark-haired young woman who now held Lorcan’s own leash.