“It’s nothing, my love,” Allera told Brentley, blowing him a kiss before sending me a guilty, apologetic cringe. “I was merely teasing our sweet Nicolette here and, well, you know me. I took it too far. That’s all.”“Impossible,” Brentley returned. “You could never take anything too far, dear heart. Everything you do is perfectly perfect just as it is.”Oh bother. I rolled my eyes. “If you’ll excuse me,” I muttered, sickened by their overblown lover’s banter. “I think I’ll retire for the evening.” And go throw up in my bedchamber.When I turned away to leave, however, the king beckoned me back, sounding confused. “But we haven’t even eaten yet.”“I’ve lost my appetite,” I answered without pausing, causing Indigo to pop out from against the wall to follow me.But behind me, my annoying brother boomed, “Halt.”Brentley rarely used his kingly status to command anything of me, so it always surprised and irritated me when he did.Grinding to a vexed stop, I fisted my hands at my side
“Damnation,” I muttered, setting my hands on my hips and turning in a slow, aggravated circle as I scanned the trees.But where the hell was that secret entrance?I knew I’d been blindfolded when the princess had led me from the castle and out here into the forest five years back, but I’d seen her and her guard disappear into the trees somewhere in this general vicinity just a few hours ago to return to the castle. It had to be nearby. Somewhere. And I should’ve been able to locate it by now.Except I couldn’t. This was one aggravatingly well-hidden passageway.If I’d been smart, I would’ve snatched her earlier. Except I would’ve had to take out her protector in the process, which I could’ve done with no hardship. I just hadn’t felt like killing anyone today. And besides, I’d been certain I could simply follow them back inside through their handy secret tunnel that I knew existed under the moat and then take her the first moment she was alone.Like she was now.Except I couldn’t
My true love had come!I still couldn’t entirely believe it. While a part of me had always hoped and not given up on wishing it might happen, I think a bigger portion had despaired, certain I would not see him again.He didn’t have the mark, so there’d been no valid reason for him to form any kind of attachment or special regard for me within the few minutes we’d known each other, other than the fact that I’d saved his life from certain peril, but still…Not even that seemed to warrant him trekking across the Vast Desert for weeks on end and endangering himself enough to step onto enemy territory just to be reunited with me.But he had. He’d had faith in my mark when I’d told him it had chosen him.And my mind was still spinning from the shock.Under me, the horse I rode snuffled in the night. That and the soft swish of its hooves plodding through the sand had been the most sound I’d heard in nearly an hour.Because Farrow certainly hadn’t spoken.It seemed I had an uncommonly
The princess had been dozing on Caramel for over an hour now. I could tell by the way she would gasp herself awake and jerk upright every time she started to lose her balance and began to topple from her saddle.I knew I should’ve had mercy, called it a night long ago, and set up camp for us. But my quest was half-filled now; I just wanted to get us home so I could drag Sable out of the damn dungeon. Besides, we were still far too close to Donnelly’s castle for my comfort, so I pushed us onward.And she hadn’t protested the grueling pace once.Nicolette was quite the trooper, actually.She hadn’t complained about the continuous, no doubt jarring ride, and I knew she was used to living in luxury and comfort—she’d packed half her damn castle and brought it with her, not to mention her hands had been as soft as silk when I’d helped her onto her horse. She couldn’t be used to such poor conditions. Yet she said nothing.Curious that.What stumped me even more was the chat we’d had ear
I think Farrow was in shock. Or more likely complete denial.After giving him irrefutable proof that he was indeed my mate, he backed away, gave his head a quick shake as if to clear it, and then said, “We need to set up camp before the sun’s full in the sky.”I let him use his evasion tactic because we had the rest of our lives for him to get used to the idea, and honestly, I was a little worried about him. A dull roar of emotions wafted off him in unrelenting waves. They were jumbled together so tightly I couldn’t distinguish one from the other; I wasn’t even sure if they were mainly positive or negative feelings.I guess he needed a bit of time to process.But his silence bothered me to no end.“Want to know something ironic?” I asked as he pulled a large spool of leather from his pack and then bent to spread it on the ground. Realizing the covering was actually the roof of our tent for the day, I moved to the opposite end as him to help straighten it. When he didn’t answer my
Faith?In a fucking tattoo?The girl really was soft in the head, after all.I sniffed and moodily shifted onto my side, punching at an annoying lump of sand through my bedroll that had been digging into my rib cage for hours. This ridiculous quest just kept getting stranger and stranger, and I had no idea how to deal with it.And all Nicolette had to say was to have faith; it’d all work out.I snorted. What a bunch of codswallop. I had a bad feeling her naïveté was going to land us both in some serious trouble before this was over.So certain of it, in fact, that I’d gotten basically no sleep throughout the day, worried about what was to happen with her.Now, the sun was beginning to tip back toward the horizon, and I knew I should get my tired ass up, wake Nicolette, dole out some rations to eat, and pack away our camp, but I just lay there, trying to devise a plan that saved both her and Sable.For there was no way I could lead this woman into any kind of harm. Innocent kitt
It was the clicking that roused me.I’d been so tired I couldn’t even remember falling asleep, and I was still deep under when something began to tick and clack directly next to my ear, followed by swishing sounds, like someone sweeping a floor. Then more snicks. Maybe an insect scurrying past.A moment passed before I was able to drag my eyes open and spot blurry dark patches in front of me in the lighter sandy background.I blinked drowsily, still half-asleep.By the time I realized it was a scorpion that had sauntered right up to within a foot from my face, it was too late for me to do anything but scream.So, scream I did. Quite healthily.And that’s when I realized the scorpion wasn’t alone.“Omigod, omigod, omigod!” I screeched, jolting upright and then leaping to my feet, where I danced back on bare tiptoes, only to discover that not only was a horde of scorpions lined up next to my pallet in front of me, but there were more behind me, and to the left and the right as wel
I was jealous.Of some stupid bugs.And what was worse, Nicolette had caught on and called me out on it.Jesus, how humiliating.But damn it all, since the moment we’d left Donnelly together, she’d been nothing but interested in me, trying to learn more about me or tell me about herself, trying to convince me we shared a special bond. And then bam, the terrible-spelling scorpions had come along, and suddenly she was like Farrow? Who’s Farrow?Not that I wanted her to pester me with all that love-mark nonsense. It was just that the abrupt absence of her constant attention had left me feeling forsaken.Okay, maybe forsaken was too dramatic of a word.But she’d just completely stopped talking to me. And this itching, nagging place inside me craved to have some of her attention back.I scraped a hand over my face and groaned aloud. What was this girl doing to me?She trotted up beside me, and my stomach knotted with tension and irritation.And longing. Jesus, I fucking longed for