A Tribute of Fire (The Eye of the Goddess, #1)

by Sariah Wilson

My dagger clattered to the ground and his eyes followed the sound. He gave me a half smile while he placed the tray next to my knife. “A dagger? Do you have need of a weapon?” “I suppose that would depend on what you plan to do.” Another smile. “I only plan to do things that you will enjoy. But if you were thinking about stabbing me, just know that you would not be the first woman to do so.” Was that meant to be a warning? I should have taken heed, but I was watching him instead, completely enthralled, unable to flee. “You have been looking at my lips since you first saw me.” He murmured the words so softly that I had to lean in slightly to hear them. “I have not,” I protested just as quietly, but it was because I didn’t think I was capable of raising my voice at the moment. I felt as if I had no control at all over my body. “You want me to kiss you.” He said this as a statement of fact and I wanted to protest that I did not because something at the back of my mind that sounded suspiciously like Demaratus’s voice was telling me, Stupid girl, this is not how a betrothed princess should behave! I knew that. But in a week’s time I might be dead. Time to push propriety aside. “If you want me to leave, I will,” he said. “I don’t even know your name.” My voice was breathless, unsteady. “Jason.” “I’m Lia.” “Your heart is beating very quickly, Lia. I can see your pulse in your throat.” “Oh,” was all I could manage to reply. He touched the spot with his warm fingertip and I felt th...

I have no words…in any other book this might be interesting, but this is just ridiculous