Igniting Cinder (The Lost Girls, #3)

by Holly Roberds

“I never wanted to be King.” “True.” “And this realm would be better left in the hands of the Mice.” “Maybe.” “But they keep going on about how I show leadership qualities that can help us all transition to a new Midnight.” I flatten my lips to keep from putting in my two cents. “They think instituting a parliament structure will help bring new balance. A house of Midnight fairies, a house for beaters, and the monarchy. Which means I would be taking a leadership role, but I would be sharing a great deal of the responsibility and decision-making with the other houses, so I could still live my life. To be honest, there’s really only one real thing holding me back from committing to becoming King.” “What’s that?” “What my Queen thinks?” A lightning bolt strikes through me at his words. Queen. “We don’t have to get married right away,” he rushes to say. “I’d be happy courting you all over again, for real. But the important thing is that you're by my side. Sniping me down when I get too cocky or unfocused, and I’m not ashamed to say holding me up when my knees get wibbly wobbly under the pressure I’m not used to. But mainly, because if you don’t want to build a life in Midnight, I’ll give it all up in a second and move in with you and Snow in this shitty little apartment where I’ll get a job flipping burgers and make it my goal to scour the city for pumpkin spiced anythings to lay before you.”