Heir Of Sun And Moon (The Five Realms, #1)

by Jenessa Ren

“The moon may have the stars, but at least I have you,” I whisper, my free arm wrapping around her as I force myself back to sleep.

Chuckling, I move to see the choice she’s made. Sliding the black book from the tightly packed shelf, I flip it over to read the cover, the silver foiling of the title reflecting the daylight. The History Of The Five Realms. I lower the book and look at her. “Really?” I ask, raising a brow. Bella turns and trots over to the bench, stepping up and taking a seat on her hind legs.

The only thing I know for certain at this moment is that he will either be my downfall or my salvation.

There is a slight creak as it opens and reveals Flynn standing on the landing. My next inhale gets stuck in my throat, my heart pounding like a drum as I take him in. He isn’t wearing his guard uniform today—though he did opt for black trousers tucked into brown boots that go to his calf. A form-fitting dark green tunic draws my gaze, the golden tan pigment of his skin glowing against the rich color. The laces of the tunic at his neck are loosened enough that the skin of his chest peeks through. My mouth dries and swallowing becomes momentarily difficult as I tilt my head the rest of the way up to look at him. I watch as his gaze traces a searing line down my body. The survey is quick, his eyes back to mine in a flash, but the heat left in the wake of his perusal burns me from the inside out.

creak as it opens and reveals Flynn standing on the landing. My next inhale gets stuck in my throat, my heart pounding like a drum as I take him in. He isn’t wearing his guard uniform today—though he did opt for black trousers tucked into brown boots that go to his calf. A form-fitting dark green tunic draws my gaze, the golden tan pigment of his skin glowing against the rich color. The laces of the tunic at his neck are loosened enough that the skin of his chest peeks through. My mouth dries and swallowing becomes momentarily difficult as I tilt my head the rest of the way up to look at him. I watch as his gaze traces a searing line down my body. The survey is quick, his eyes back to mine in a flash, but the heat left in the wake of his perusal burns me from the inside out. “You look beautiful, Rhea,” he says, his deep voice rasping.