LOGINFor once, Cirocco answers first. “How long has it been? I didn’t think you’d forget me that quickly.”A slow smile grows on Amval’s face. His brother shines with determination, with offense at ever having been questioned that reminds me just a little bit of Finn.“Our family is under attack,” Cirocc
Ingrid“So then we’ll—Cirocco?” Amval says, looking at his brother.I glance at my fake fiancé to find him staring through the sweltering cave. Amval hasn’t bothered with his veil in this little mine, and Joli has been slightly more careful about the looks she’s been stealing at Amval—maybe because
But we don’t. And though I know all I need is the sweet heat of her, I don’t intend to leave her without the kind of apology she deserves.My mouth trails down her chest, down to the thin web of skin over her hipbone. Her groan echoes through the mine, and I shush her teasingly.Her hand tightens in
AmvalI punch the burlap sack, trying to maneuver it into something comfortable. Grain crunches under my fist, but when I lay my head back down, it feels exactly the same. Morning reached the cave hours ago, but I barely slept last night. Every time I managed to pass out, I had the same dream—Kaloni
“Me?” I shake my head. “I saw that red dress you wore to the coronation, and I nearly wept.”She blushes prettily. “Oh, I was nothing compared to Kaloni.”I wait for Sibel to jump in and encourage her sister, but there’s a moment of quiet. Even Cirocco just stares down at his breakfast. Goddess, has
IngridI yawn and scrub my hands over my face. Morning sunlight peeks around the edges of the curtains, and Cirocco still hasn’t stopped fucking pacing.“I talked to him,” he says for what feels like the thousandth time. “And he didn’t say a word.”“He was protecting you.” I lean back against a pile







