Heart of Night and Fire

Did you just call me your second-best friend right to my face?” Yasen grinned. “Listen, I figure you’re lucky you made the list at all.

For every brown girl who wanted to be the chosen one too

Sometimes our destiny is not what we would have chosen. We can either seek to change it or learn to live with it.

Does this mean we get to ogle handsome men together?” ... “You name the time and place, Swamp Girl.

She loved nothing more than losing herself in her beloved romance novels, hoping that someday she might find anything resembling that kind of yearning and passion and her eventual happily ever after.

It wasn’t an unpleasant prison, but a firefly trapped in even the most ornate jar would still die without air.

They were mostly matched in ability, usually trading victories, but Aarav was battling more than just the skill Row had honed every day of her life. Aarav was also battling the endless fury of her frustration and the resentment that wove through her spirit, oozing into every cell. No amount of preparation could combat her brand of pure, unfiltered rage.

She stopped in her tracks and sucked in a long breath that did nothing to calm the rage that frothed in her chest like a bubbling cauldron of acid.

She caught a glimpse of Rabin, his entire presence like a magnet pulling her in.

You look… beautiful,” he said, his voice jagged.

Who did this to you?” he asked

You, Look out for her.” Yasen glanced over at Zarya, his expression unreadable, before looking back at Dhawan and placing a fist on his heart. “With my life.” Zarya gaped at Yasen. “What?” Yasen scowled. “Don’t look at me like that. And don’t get any notions that I like you. I tolerate you.

Don't be charming- I almost died.