Two Twisted Crowns (The Shepherd King, #2)

by Rachel Gillig

I don’t want rest, Elspeth. His eyelids drooped. I just want you.

“I’d be your King, but always your servant. Never your keeper.”

When a sob finally cleaved itself from him, he wondered bitterly if it had been her who’d nearly died, or him.

When he finally said the words, he knew, with every piece of himself, that they were true. “Taxus. My name is Taxus.”

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