My mark roars, and only the teeth of the key cutting into my hands keeps me from roaring with it. I can take anything this bastard throws at me. It can’t touch half the shit Father said when he thought we weren’t listening. But nobody, not even her smarmy war hawk cousin, talks about my mate that wa
“I still don’t know your name.” I climb out of bed and wrap my arms around her waist.She tenses. She always does when I bring this up. This time, I don’t let go. Battle plans are just about finished. There are troops traveling to border skirmishes as distractions as we speak. Corwyn keeps suggestin
FinnXander jostles me awake, his hazel eyes urgent. “You have to get up.”I blink and stretch. Although my leg has mostly healed, new muscles ache. I’m not used to this much sitting.After what people have started calling the Battle of Tansy Tower, everything changes. Kieran demands I come with him
Tension muddies the air as I walk through the castle. Patrols are doubled; Dun’s Crossing boots march beside our own because we no longer have the bodies for increased security. The slightly off rhythm is another reminder. I watch a young, usually pleasant, undersecretary shove a steward out of the
Finn’s smile ghosts through my mind, and I push it away. Right now, this is where I belong. Nowhere else.Father leads me to the infirmary, a converted minor banquet hall near Miralyn’s office. Bodies of all sorts pack one against the next on long tables. The reek of blended herbs and blood hangs he
Xander“Secluded in prayer?” I ask Vedran as he dances magic over my skin. “I’m going to develop a reputation for religiosity if we’re not careful.”“Can you think of another reason why the prince would disappear at such a time?”His magic bites slightly deeper with unspoken judgment. I swallow my w