Kieran looks at me for a long moment. He takes in the soaked tunic I didn’t shed, the resolute, if drunken, set of my shoulders. And, fuck, I know what he’s thinking before he even says it.“Corwyn didn’t say anything about Ingrid, did he?”Kieran’s leaving tomorrow. Nothing I say can change that, e
All my frustration rushes back, and I shove the ancient cartography away. Maybe Elian wants to blow off his responsibilities too.***I stumble back up from the cellar, my thoughts swimming with sourplum brandy. Apparently, taking care of all the slightly less wounded has its benefits—one of the sol
FinnFuck the council meeting. Xandra doesn’t need me to cover her near-constant nausea-induced lapses in thought. That’s what I’d do for a damsel, not my Goddess-damned mate—Or my Goddess-damned friend. Whatever. If Elian were sick and hiding it from people, I’d do the exact same thing for him.Cl
“We ran into each other,” Finn says slowly.When? Where? I look at Corwyn, who meets my gaze steadily. Is that a smirk, a hint of laughter? How much does he know?Is this Finn’s fault or mine?“But he didn’t say he was pleased I was getting comfortable.” He finally drops into the chair Father indica
My stomach drops. Duels have been illegal in Tansy Beach for nearly a century now, based on the first declaration of King Pavao—my grandfather. Corwyn would have known that, but Finn wouldn’t have.Discussion ripples through the dining hall. Father’s gaze flashing across the assembled crowd is calcu
XandraI pick at breakfast, trying to quell the riot in my stomach. Next to me, Father darts his gaze at my plate. If I don’t manage to get something down, he’ll ask if I’m well again. He might even insist on coming with me to visit Miralyn, and though I’ve been very clear with her that I’m not tell