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Warmth encircled her waist, and he dragged her into his lap. “Don’t be sorry, love, but don’t doubt me again.” Tears trickled down her cheeks. “I won’t, I promise.” She finally met his gaze. “I know I’m not the best at showing it, but I love you, and I don’t want you to doubt that either.”
“He is my familiar,” Amos said quietly. “It’s been difficult being away from him for the last ten years, and he isn’t made for the cold.” What is he talking about? Amelia looked at Rennick, and the expression on his face confirmed Amos’ words. The realization punched her square in the chest. Rennick took notice and moved in front of her, his voice terrifying. “I will kill you if you don’t let her keep him.”
Amos drew in a deep breath. “There’s no easy way to say this,” he began, “but you’re my sister and second in line to the Desert Kingdom throne.” Amos and Rennick waited with bated breath, and both men were taken aback when Amelia burst out laughing. “Very funny.” “It’s true, love,” Rennick said softly.
“I am where I have always been, love: at your feet, waiting for you to claim me as your own.”
“Tell him to stop staring at you like that, or I’m going to claw his eyes out,” Charlie pushed down the bond. Amelia sputtered out a laugh. “You sound like Rennick.” “What did he say?” Rennick asked her. She waved a hand dismissively. “Nothing important.”
