Mag-log inShe opens her mouth to respond as the firelight shifts, and for a moment, she looks exactly like Mother. Perfectly poised. In complete control. And about to say one of the cruelest things I can imagine with a smile on her lips.Kaloni didn’t call him Lord Corwyn. She just called him Corwyn.“They di
I affect the perfect posture Mother drilled into me and maneuver a delicate spoonful of a thick, seafood-studded broth into my mouth before slouching back down. “Oh, I have it. I just have more important things to do.”“Breeding makes the world spin,” she snaps. “Without it, we would all be rogues.”
IngridWhen one of the strings on my lute snaps under my fingers that night, I finally have to admit how fucking angry I am.Angry and fucking tired.If I wanted to sit around waiting, I could have gone back home. Crossed my fingers and hoped somebody ever bothered to wonder if my mate had been murd
Ingrid clicks her tongue. “Sounds like I’m right.”I put a hand on her arm. Corwyn’s pride is wounded, but if we hit it too hard—well, he might not try to rush us, but this room is small enough that whoever shifts first wins the fight.Corwyn tracks the gesture with his eyes, then looks up at me aga
Finally, we reach the tiny room Ingrid stayed in when she first arrived at Som Palace and dump him in a chair.“We should tie him up,” she says.“With what?” I glance around the mostly empty room. “The sheets?”Ingrid blinks. “You’re a groom. Don’t you have rope?”“No!”She groans. So does Corwyn.“
AmvalIngrid and I lurk above Lord Rik’s rooms, waiting. I inhale slowly, exhale slower. According to Ingrid, Corwyn doesn’t have any powers, but he has the favor of at least one mage.We both hope the mage abandoned him. Or, at least, that he is cocky enough not to waste a mage’s power on a message







