Slaying the Shadow Prince

by Helen Scheuerer

The word slipped from his lips before he’d even thought it, for that was what the woman was – a living flame, both in her violent actions and the streaks of red through her burnt-umber hair.

‘Do you regret it?’ Talemir locked eyes with her. ‘Never.’ ‘Even though it has led to so much heartache?’ she pressed. ‘It led me to you.’