Two Twisted Crowns (The Shepherd King, #2)

by Rachel Gillig

Ione’s voice seeped out of her mouth. “So kill me. If you can.” Her hazel eyes lifted to the highwayman with the bow. She drew in a breath—then tapped the Scythe three times behind her back. “Let loose your arrow.”

She is so interesting to me

“The disgust,” Ione said, her tone idle, “is mutual.”

Im obsessed i think

“But I do want it said, loud enough so everyone hears, that I am nothing like Hauth.”

Loving this dynamic

I’m nothing like you. But you are. More than you know. Ravyn met the Spirit of the Wood’s silver gaze. When he finally said the words, he knew, with every piece of himself, that they were true. “Taxus. My name is Taxus.”

This makes so much sense

Hauth inhaled deeply. “Ignore the King,” he said beneath his breath.

Oh this guy is NUTS