Two Twisted Crowns (The Shepherd King, #2)

by Rachel Gillig

he was forced to wrap an arm around her waist

Forced? Uh huh, sure

“I need your help, Prince. The knots have tightened with rainwater.” “And you mistook me for your maid?” “Don’t tell me you’re uncomfortable undressing a woman.”

read him to filth

He traced Ione’s blush with a curiosity he decided was purely scientific.

Yeah sure

What I aim to get back, Prince, is my choice.”

Someone call Rhysand

“You don’t think I noticed you, Ione?”

I--

“Then do it,” he whispered, gliding a hand up her spine. “Use me. Toy with me. Feel something, Ione.”

Elm said boytoy rights

her hair soaking up spilled wine.

Sounds horribly sticky

“I don’t do well with long silences. I tend to overthink.”

Anxious king

Call it balance.” He didn’t. He wanted to call it something else entirely.

SIMP