*Kieran* I can smell her. I don’t open my eyes yet as flashes of memories from the night before wash over me. I haven’t seen her yet, but it doesn’t matter. I feel her warm body pressed against me, her flat stomach beneath my palm, her small hips situated so that her perfect, round ass cradles my h
“Don’t fucking say it!” I warn her, reaching for the pants next to me. “Not now.” “Well, you know I can’t be a Goddess-damn witch. I’m just as disgusted as you are.” She grabs a pair of shoes and thrusts her feet in them. Thankfully, she’s turned away from me while she does this, so I manage to get
*Blanca* Vomit rises up my throat as I wait as patiently as possible for Kieran to leave the tent. I can’t allow myself to think about what happened last night–what we did. If I do, I’m likely to throw up everywhere. Tears sting my eyes for so many reasons, I couldn’t possibly name them all. Here
His eyes cut right through me, squeezing my heart even harder than his fingers bite into my wrist. I don’t bother to try and wrench my arm away from him. “I told you I won’t,” I whisper. “I didn’t do this.” He tosses my wrist out of his grasp and wipes his hand off on his shirt like it’s covered
*Kieran* “Wh-what?” my father stammars as he stares at me standing in front of his desk, holding Nessa’s hand in mine. “Nessa is your… mate?” His face is ashen, his jaw slack, and in his eyes I see the disdain I feel in my heart–along with a great deal of uncertainty. I, too, know how that feels.
“Well….” Mother has one finger under her bottom lip, twisting it there. I know that look, but whatever evil thought has just slipped into her mind, there’s no way my father will let her say it aloud. He stops her with a deep growl in the back of his throat, and she drops it. For now. “You must be
*Blanca* I awake sometime in the middle of the night. When I first got back to my room, I took a long shower and scrubbed my flesh raw. Then, I got dressed in as many layers as I could and fell into bed, exhausted. My mind had gone crazy, even in my dreams, trying to sort out everything that had ha
As soon as I reach for the doorknob, the one on the right hops up. “Hey! You can’t go down there.” “Sure I can,” I tell him. “I’m the princess. I can do whatever I want.” “No, you can’t.” The one on the left is up now, too. “We have it on strict authority from the king himself not to let you down
Someone takes her hand. Goddess above, is that Nessa fucking Winters? I thought she died in a Dun’s Crossing prison—but even as I think that, I half remember Candace mentioning she escaped.I lower the telescope and look at Father. He stares out over the approaching army, his face lined and bleak. T
Hollis“Almost.” Standing in the training room in the castle, I adjust the shoulders of a teenage boy, training to become part of the military someday. “But you want them in line with your hips for the maximum draw distance. Try it now.”He relaxes his hold on the bowstring then pulls it back again.
“I actually have plans.” I glance at the table. The dream is still keeping me up, so I’ve been napping during the day more often, and I promised to meet Hollis in that room off the portrait gallery when I wake up.Ingrid’s grin immediately falls. “With him?”She won’t say Hollis’s name unless forced
Candace“There’s got to be something we’re missing.” Heavy bags hang under Kieran’s eyes as our stay in Kar Castle stretches into the second week.“I don’t have a clue what,” Taner replies, equally tired. “He hasn’t even replied to any of our attempts conclusively enought to figure out what’s pissin
“You pretend to be larger than we are.” I gesture at the maps and papers showing the extent of our lands, our forces. “We are strong, we are powerful, and we are small. You’re puffing yourself up like a frightened cat to try to intimidate the largest kingdom in the world.”“Frightened?” Father scoff
HollisA few days later, I sit in Father’s tapestry-covered office for one of our weekly meetings, warming my hands over his fire.“What are you smiling about?” he snaps. “Our southwestern border has been attacked.”“By rogues.” I try to swallow my grin, but it’s impossible. It’s been impossible sin
When he brings a hand up to tease my other nipple, I remember I can actually move my arms. One hand, I thread instantly into his hair and tug. The vibrations of his grumble ripple through me. The other, I slip down his back, nails out, scratching red lines I can’t see. I need to mark him as much as
CandaceI trail after Hollis through the dark halls of the castle, my heart pounding. If Finn didn’t talk to me after the meeting, I would’ve let Hollis whisk me on whatever adventure he had planned for today. I never would’ve heard the story about his mother—and he wouldn’t have told it. Judging by
“Long story short, I pitched a fit.” I shake my head. “She finally told the painter she’d sit with me in the room, or not at all.”Candace giggles. “Don’t tell me that’s when you gained your taste for paint thinner.”“No, but I did eat a fistful of blue paint I’ve never seen come back out.” I stare