“What do you think is between us?” I shift my arm so I can stroke my raven’s wing. “You know best, Sire.” “I don’t, though. I only know that I’m drawn to her, that I like her as much as I lust for her. That her absence would wound me and her death would destroy me.” Kyan clears his throat. “I believe that’s called love, my King.” “It’s terribly inconvenient.”
