LOGINHe grabs a sheet of notes from the floor of the wardrobe and reads it silently. This is the part where he tells me I’m just being impulsive again. Or seeing problems where there aren’t any. He’ll congratulate me on the work I put in, just like everyone does when they hate what you did but don’t want
“What’s your goal here?” I hiss. “With your fancy little outfit, your hair styled, and your confession? What do you want from me?”“I missed you,” he says frankly.There it is again—something in the mouth and eyebrows that doesn’t match the prince I met that night. Something more like the man I keep
IngridAfter my dinner with Kaloni, I can’t sleep. If she were just a grieving queen, she wouldn’t need to get rid of me. She wouldn’t be sniffing around my loved ones like she was looking for a bruise to punch. No, I’m on the right fucking track, and she’s not going to chase me off of it.I pull my
Denial bubbles behind my lips—but it’s empty. Mother and Father would have thought that the Pony was a, well, gruesome reminder of what happened to our kingdom. They wouldn’t have forbidden Cirocco, just asked in their quiet way why he really felt he needed to come here, and that would have been eno
AmvalThe moment Ingrid walks away, my mark sears like it intends to burn all the way through my skin and kill me, bringing this whole bitter trick to a bitter end.But I am made of sterner stuff than that. So, I take a heartbeat to catch my breath and then return to the stables. I have a job to do,
I hate these fucking games.Finally, without us ever diving deeper into a subject than the very top layer, the final course arrives. Flaky pastry layered thick with chocolate, cut into neat squares.Kaloni offers me one. “What about you?”“What about me?”“When you realized your mate was a crown pri







