Adrienne Thompson

“moved with the fluid grace of untamed savagery. The bait beast yelped, and Manon could have sworn the Blueblood heir flinched. She’d never heard a cry of pain from any of the wyverns, yet as Titus sank back on his haunches, she saw where he’d struck—right atop the earlier wound in the bait beast’s flank. As if Titus knew where to hit to inflict the most agony. She knew they were intelligent, but how intelligent? The man whistled again, and a whip sounded. Titus just kept pacing in front of the bait beast, contemplating how he would strike. Not out of strategy. No, he wanted to savor it. To taunt. A shiver of delight went down Manon’s spine. Riding a beast like Titus, ripping apart her enemies with him … “If you want him so badly,” Iskra whispered, and Manon realized she was still standing beside her, now only a step away, “why don’t you go get him?” And before Manon could move—before anyone could, because they were all enthralled by that glorious”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass