Dangerous Honor – May Dawson
Arren nodded. His dark hair was dusted gray, and ash clung to his shirt as it flexed over his muscles. The twins flanked him, covered with just as much debris. They’d made a big entrance when Talisyn flashed the vision of Honor into their minds; they’d crashed through the roof, all wings and fire and fury. The cross where Henrick and Alis had strung Honor up lay on its side now, demolished in the fighting. The sight of Honor lying limp in Talisyn’s arms made my lungs flatten against the back of my ribcage. The second after fear, fury burned through me.