“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
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