Four days after that night, Father and I eat lunch on his balcony. He eats lunch, that is. I prod at a plate of reeking fish that I would have loved a week ago.“The other day, Corwyn said—” He straightens, gaze going hazy with a mind-link.Fighting in Drumtemple, a voice I don’t recognize pants. Th
XanderMy door slams shut behind me, and it’s far from enough. I want to lock it, bar it, drag furniture in front of it, but before I can do any of that, my stomach lunges up my throat.The washroom. Feet pound, heart pounds, mark screams. I land on my knees in front of the toilet and lose the kafi,
I’ve won, and that means I get every inch of her. I drag her up my body until I can strip a few more inches of pants and reveal her wetness to my eyes. A droplet lands on my lip, and I lap it up hungrily.My groan vibrates against the slick skin of her thigh. I pull her down and open my mouth.I sho
FinnWhen I grabbed Xander in the headlock, I thought his tunic was kind of lumpy. Probably just a side effect of how loosely they wear them under those vests. When Xander climbed onto my back, I thought…well, mostly I thought that he’d set me up to win.Now, with the entire line of my body pressed
It’s for the best. Even if he keeps adjusting his feet to stand as carefully on the shadow of the path as he can, protecting plants he doesn’t even know I care about.“Fine, then,” I blurt. “It’s a bet. If I win, we keep our distance. If you win—”“We attempt to look normal.” His smirk is hollow. “F
XanderLukewarm night air whispers through my private garden. One of the many strange things about Dun’s Crossing is how far off they seemed to keep the natural world. Buildings cover all the land within their walls, or they have flattened it into fields. I appreciate they went to the trouble of all