Some kind of product sticks to my fingers. The sort of thing that would help hair stay up and together.And I know who he is.Prince Amval Som. The stuffed shirt, who had no sense of humor and still made sure to tell me he didn’t think I was funny. Joli’s oldest brother.Oh, Goddess.Candace. I can
I grab two simple undyed robes of the exact same size and hurry back the way I came. If he really is my other half, he’ll find this hilarious. I’d like to start our life together laughing. I’ve never really gone in for superstition, but that seems like a good sign.Finding my way back is as easy as
Book 5IngridA warm breeze skims my body from toe to tip and sends something rustling around my head.Not something. Tall grass, almost taller than I am when standing. It’s the tall grass I spent the Haze in.With my mate!I squeeze my eyes shut, not ready to see him yet. His arm must be the warm b
He’s here.I nearly crash into him. There is no visibility in the grass, just the faint hissing of other wolves somewhere nearby. I take a step, alone, and then there he is.Tall. Proud. Fur so dark I have no idea if it’s brown or black.Mine.I throw myself at him, shifting midair. He follows a hal
He’s got a nice voice, low and smooth. It matches his eyes, that strange, amber-caramel color I’ve only ever seen in Lightning Cape and rare even there. I offer him a perfunctory curtsy. “Nice to meet you, too.”Other than his eyes and his voice, every inch of him is stiff. Starched doublet, unmovin
IngridSeven months later…“Come dance.” Candace grins at me and holds out her hands.“Do I have to?” I run my fingers up and down the stem of my goblet, wishing it was the neck of my lute, and look around at the glittering array of nobles packed into the half-constructed ballroom of the new Moonlig