Rise of the Valkyrie
"Just that the feeling is mutual. The same way you can't lose me?" Gwyn shook her head. "I can't lose you." The shadows on Azriel's shoulders wriggled down his arms, coming to wind around Gwyn's wrists like an affectionate pet. "Berdara, you're not going to lose me." "What if Beron tries to-" Azriel lowered his voice...