While in his deranged state, knifing the prince had been the only reasonable course of action. In a mad dash toward freedom, Jassyn had made it halfway down the hallway before Vesryn had tackled him, dragging him back into his lair.
“If I were your elven prince,” Fenn continued softly, talking up to the moons, “I wouldn’t shy away from claiming the she-elf with eyes like the universe, burning with stars and fire.”
She didn’t want him to feel like he needed to hide what he was for her sake. He was beautiful, the way the fire shimmered against his skin breathtaking like a trail of stardust draped against the deep indigo of night.
My heart
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