Bernie

“She was absolutely, gloriously nobody.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“What was it?" she breathed.
"Do you want the answer that will keep you asleep at night, or the one that might ensure you never sleep again?”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“Resorting to whining?” But a cool breeze licked up her neck, and she closed her eyes, moaning. She could feel him watching her, and after a moment he said, “Just a little while longer.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“Would you have shifted to save yourself?” “Your opinion of me is pretty much identical to my own, so you know the answer.” He was quiet for long enough that she wondered if he was piecing the bits of her together. “You’re not leaving,” Rowan said at last, arms crossed. “I’m not letting you off double duty in the kitchens, but you’re not leaving.” “Why?” He unfastened his cloak. “Because I said so, that’s why.” And she might have told him it was the worst gods-damned reason she had ever heard, and that he was an arrogant prick, had he not tossed her his cloak—dry and warm. Then he dropped his jacket in her lap, too. When he turned to go back to the fortress, she followed him.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire