Entangled (Prince of the Doomed City #2)

by Sylvia Mercedes

At least I’m slim.

Sigh. Can we stop with the "I forget to eat/ am never hungry" skinny girl stuff? This genre…

“Hold arm at need if, miss hooman,” the troll says, offering me another gem-studded grin.

It makes me sad knowing this is the fate of Vor's people.

“I’m with you, Mistress,” she says softly. “I’m with you, come what may.” I smile. That’s one victory, at least.

“I don’t know if a Fatebond counts as a choice, per se. Seems to me he didn’t have much choice in the matter.”

If it's anything like mates: valid.

I take pride in my victory, however small.

“Go where you will,” he says. “Do as you wish. All that I ask of you, now or ever, is that you be whole. Courageously whole.”

Girl, if you don't want him, I do!