Aly C.

“Aren’t you going to tell me how brilliant that idea was?” Tairn scoffs. “I chose you last year for that brilliance, and now you’d like to be congratulated like it’s something new? How odd.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“You must save yourself," Tairn demands. "I chose you not as my next but as my last, and should you fall, then I will follow.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“I could torch him if you would like,” Tairn offers. “But you do seem attached.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“I need to know you’ll be here. That no matter what happens, you’ll come back so we can talk it out or fight it out.” His gaze drops to my mouth, then skims over my features. My heart clenches, and I slide my hand along his chest, around his ribs, to his back, and then I hold on.
“Done.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame