LOGIN“I do,” I said. It was that simple. There was nothing else to say.“Okay,” he said, accepting it just as simply.We didn’t speak again the rest of the way, but the air around us remained comfortable, companionable. We were used to being together, even when just riding in the car. It felt right havin
Lillian’s POVGrayson’s lips coaxed mine open, and his tongue swiped into my mouth. At once, my body relaxed. I curled my arms around his neck, combing my fingers through his hair.He kissed me like a man lost in the desert, finally finding an oasis, drinking deeply.When we broke for breath, I coul
Lillian’s POVTeacher recognized Grayson, and Grayson knew Teacher as the First Warrior.None of that mattered overmuch to me when Teacher was pointing the tip of a deadly arrow straight in Grayson’s face. Doing the only thing I could think to do in that moment, I stepped to the side, placing myself
Grayson looked at me like I’d lost my mind.“I know this man. He’s my former teacher, the one who taught me to handle a bow.”“If he’s a friend,” Grayson said. “Why are there so many rogues pointing arrows at me.”“A precaution,” Teacher said. “We saw you run into that town. We wanted to make sure y
Lillian’s POVMy teacher stilled as his eyes focused on me. “Lillian?” Recognizing me, he lowered his bow at once. “What in the hells are you doing here?”“It’s a long story,” I said. “What are you doing here? You vanished so suddenly.”“I’m sorry about that,” he said.“It’s fine. I’m just… I’m so h
I thought I might be rambling and worried my hands together, expecting some kind of reprimand, verbal at least.Instead, he seemed to mull over the things that I said, and then replied, “I will try.”As he stood there, I watched him attempt, loosening some of his posture. He struggled to hold that p
My own anger stirred. I was not my family’s punching bag any longer. For now, at least, until Grayson decided he was done with me, I was Luna Princess.I was done letting myself be treated like a criminal, worthy of manipulative and apathetic punishment from the people who were supposed to love me t
Lillian’s POV“What do you want, Maren?” I asked flatly.Maren pouted, but it was false, directly conflicting with the delight sparkling in her eyes. “Is that any way to treat a concerned sister who came to visit you? Maybe I missed you.”“We just saw each other at the palace,” I said. “And you’ve n
“You don’t have to say them. You just need to sign the confession.” My father plucked a single sheet of paper from the desktop and handed it to me. On it was a neatly typed confession, done at a typewriter, with everything my father said, as if I had been the one saying it. “I’ve already done all th
Lillian’s POV“What is the meaning of this?” I demanded. “I was given a formal invitation.”“And we thank you for accepting that invitation,” my father said, walking closer. “I am assuming that you want to negotiate for the antidote to what ails Ronan, yes?”I lifted my chin, ever so slightly, but d







