Emily Gage

This one moment, and maybe a taste, and that would be it.

“Yes, Elain breathed, like she read the decision. Just this taste in the dead of the longest night of the year, where only the Mother might witness them.

Azriel’s hand slid up her neck, burying in her thick hair. Tilting her face the way he wanted it. Elain’s mouth parted slightly, her eyes scanning his before fluttering shut.

Offer and permission.

Sarah J Maas, A Court of Silver Flames, Azriel’s Bonus Chapter.