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The whole time, I imagined holding Rian under the water until he drowned.
I have to shove aside thoughts of Tessa when I’m like this. She’s a weight in my heart that I feel every time it beats, but she hates this part of me. If being vicious means a chance to rescue her, I’ll do it. If it means a chance to get back to Kandala and my brother, I’ll do it.
I finally turn my head to look at him. He’s very close, and like before, I can’t decide if I’m annoyed or intrigued—or something else entirely. “Are we going to argue over semantics again, Quint?” His eyes hold mine, gleaming in the flickering light. “If it pleases you.” My heart gives a little stutter. I have to look back at the page because I don’t know what to do with it. I feel flushed and uncertain and off-balance, and I haven’t felt like this since . . . I don’t know when.
“if it pleases you” QUINT PLEASE THE WAY YOU HAVE BECOME A FLIRT OUT OF NO WHERE AND I CANT HANDLE IT
I seize the lapels of his jacket, and I press my mouth to his. If he’s surprised, it doesn’t show. I’m the one who’s surprised, because I was ready for there to be an edge to his response, a belligerence, but instead there’s a . . . a gentleness. A contentment, like this moment was a foregone conclusion.
“No more talking,” I say roughly, because as usual, he’s spun me past irritation and captured me with devotion. If he keeps going, there’s a chance I’ll reveal any secret, swear to any oath, and offer him the entire kingdom.
I’d rather spend my morning memorizing the lines of his face.
He was writing down the dates when I smiled.
My world has been thrown off its axis, and he’s sitting here shirtless, running a finger down the page like we need to prepare for a consul meeting in an hour.
“So you would have kept this to yourself . . . forever?” “Until you kissed me like it would save your life? Yes. I would’ve taken it right to the grave.”
“Forgive me,” I say softly. “I won’t turn away like that again. You have my word.” His eyes search mine. “Yes, Your Majesty.” “Harristan,” I whisper. He hesitates, holding his breath, then shakes his head. Despite everything, that makes me smile. “Still no?” He flushes. “Ah. Well.” But then he says nothing else. It’s rare I have the opportunity to see Quint flustered, so I let go of his jacket and run one last finger along his jaw. “So charming,” I tease. “Very well. I’ll return as soon as I can, Palace Master.”
But then he sits up, pulling me with him, tugging me into his lap. Before I can ask him anything at all, his hands find my cheeks, and his mouth lands on mine. Every emotion pours through his kiss, and this is what finally convinces me he’s real. I can feel his longing. His loss. His worry. His fear. His love. His hope.
“If only we had masks, it would be like old times,” she says, a little breathless from the effort. I look at the faint tracing of her profile in the moonlight. “I like it better this way.” “I hope you know I plan to sob all over you properly later.” “I hope that’s not all you plan to do all over me later.” She gasps, then grins, her smile bright in the darkness.
They hid the evidence well.” “From me as well,” I say. “I had no idea. Truly. I hope you believe me.” She studies me for a long time, but it’s Roydan who speaks, and he leans over and pats me on the hand like I’m a child. “I do. You were dealt a rough hand. You’ve done your best.”

