Liana’s POVIt takes everything in me not to crumple into a pile on Ethan’s floor.“A feast?”Back home, I’d relish the idea of going to a feast.The balls, the gatherings, the summer festivals—I lived for those events. As stifling as they could be, they were the only times when my father saw me as useful—even if I was just a prop to him, or a trophy to dangle in front of visiting kingdoms.But I have been riding for two days, and I haven’t bathed properly, and I don’t have my clothes or my servants or my make-up.I shake my head. “No. I’m not in the mood for a feast. I will retire early tonight, and you can speak to Blake alone.”Ethan sighs. “Why don’t you sit down?”He nods at the big four-poster bed to my side and my cheeks heat. I’m an unmarried woman. He can’t possibly expect me to sit on his bed.“I would rather stand.”“I’m not leaving you alone. You’re coming with me.”“No.”He arches an eyebrow. “No?”This man is a mountain, and he’s used to getting his own way. There is onl
Liana’s POVThere is a ball of nervous energy inside me.I walked into a den of wolves, and they’re looking at me like they’re going to devour me. And this is before they’ve even discovered my true identity; the daughter of their enemy king.It is only the dark-haired man draped over the chair at the end who seems disinterested in my fate.“You’re not going to do anything with her,” says Ethan. There’s a deathly calm to his tone. “She was Marius’s prisoner, and now she’s with me. I wanted to speak with James, but as he’s not here, we’ll be taking our leave.”He grabs my hand.“No,” says Robert, softly.Ethan stills, and a thick tension spreads across the room, mingling with the heady scent of woodsmoke. He releases me.“No?” he says, his voice equally quiet.Robert nods at me. “Who is she?”I raise my chin. My eyes flit momentarily to the narrow window and the mountains beyond—the freedom that I desire. “I’m—”“Her name is Rory,” says Ethan. “A kitchen maid. Not that it’s any of your
Liana’s POVEthan falls into step beside me.I should be taking note of the way through this labyrinth. I should be mapping out the exits, and memorizing the rooms in this castle where the Wolves await.Instead, my attention is ensnared by the man beside me. His eyes travel over my messy hair, then linger on tartan dress.He swallows before focusing on the corridor ahead.My throat tightens. “Is there a problem?” I ask, pulling my fingers through the tangled knots of my hair.I do not want to be nervous about meeting with Ethan’s king. But my stomach is turning over and over. If I’d just had a little more time to get ready—to compose myself and present myself in a way that is more fitting for the occasion—then perhaps this strange ball of energy inside me would have subsided.“No.” He shrugs. “You look—”“Don’t say I look nice. I don’t. I have not slept properly, I’ve been on a horse for two days, and I haven’t even had time to bathe!”“I was going to say you look like a wolf.”“That’
Liana’s POV"I was not jealous!”I march ahead of Ethan. My bare feet slap painfully against the flagstones. I have no idea where I’m going, but I need to get away from the aura of amusement he is emitting, and the wide grin on his face.I was... caught by surprise when he hugged that woman. That’s all. He’s a wolf! An enemy! I wasn't...jealous he might have someone back home.I’m so flustered that as I turn a corner, I barge into a servant. She yelps, and her basket of potatoes spills onto the floor.“Oh, Goddess!” I say.“Watch where you’re going—” She sniffs the air, and her lips curl into a snarl. “Human.”I take a small step back.“What are you doing here?” she growls, advancing. “Your kind isn’t welcome—”Suddenly she stiffens. The girl’s eyes widen at something over my shoulder, and she bows her head in deference. Her cheeks flame.Ethan stands in the doorway behind me. He picks up a potato that has rolled into his boot, then walks over and places it in her basket.“Everything
Liana’s POVThe castle courtyard is full of wolves.They look like men and women, but I know what lurks beneath their skin. It’s obvious in the way they dress and wear their hair wild and loose, shouting at one another across the stone yard in accents as thick as the grime that coats them.The air is loud and smelly and wild as the wind whips my hair into my face.Ahead, the castle waits for me, like a dangerous beast, with walls made of crumbling grey stone. It’s tall and angular in appearance, with a turret that casts a long shadow over the courtyard.As we ride to the heavy wooden doors ahead, a couple of men who are noisily sparring drop their swords to stare at me. It’s as if they can sense what lurks beneath my skin as well. I am the daughter of their enemy king. What would they do to me if they knew?My heart beats faster.Ethan hooks his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him. His body is warm, and I can feel his heart beating steadily against my back. It is a stark co
Liana’s POV The wind intensifies around us as we ride out of the valley. It feels as wild and unrestrained as the emotions swirling in my stomach. Even the mountains appear to shift as the gust sweeps through the grass and trees. But the mountains stand firm. And so must I. I can’t allow anyone to see that I am terrified of the fate that awaits me when we confront the Wolf King. After several hours of riding, and at my insistence, we paused to eat some more bread and hard cheese, much to Ethan’s annoyance. To be honest, I’m not really hungry. Each hour we ride brings us closer to the Wolves, and a part of me wishes to postpone what’s coming, to mentally prepare myself. Just as we are about to set off again, with Ethan packing up the horse, the sky suddenly opens up. I gasp. I have never witnessed rain like this—so fierce, loud, and drenching. It makes the rain I’ve encountered over the last few days seem mild in comparison. It streams down my face, my lips—causing my hair to cli