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“I won’t allow you to hurt her.”
"Do you think I care about what you will allow? This is about the kingdom, boy. And you have put us in a position of weakness by losing her in the first place.”
“Why would the heir to the king be in those dungeons? Why would she possess our mark?”
“Have you ever considered that Verena isn’t the traitor that you think she is?”
“What I think is that my son is a fool.”
“You’re not going to h...
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“What I will and won’t do with the heir is none of...
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“You want me to be the future king if you overtake this kingdom, but it’s not my busin...
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"You’ll be fortunate if you make it through this with your life,"
"Do not dare to disobey my orders, lest you face the full weight of its consequences." “I won’t help you find her.”
"You're a coward, Father.”
"You're willing to sacrifice everything, including your own son, to maintain your power. You're no better than the king you despise."
"You're a fool," Eiran said close to my face. "You're throwing away everything we've worked for, for a girl.”
"You have disappointed me, Dacre.”
"You think you can defy me, boy?" my father snarled. "You forget your place."
A shock wave of power pulsed from my core, vibrating the very air around me. My power. No. Her power.
Verena emerged from the shadows of the trees, her form bathed in the moonlight filtering through the leaves. Tension etched her features, her jaw clenched as if she were holding back a torrent of power. “Let him go,”
“You will be used for the good of the kingdom.” “She won’t be used at all.”
I was their enemy. The son of the rebellion, yet I was choosing her. I had killed one of them for her.
His father who he had betrayed. The father who he turned his back on for me. He had killed one of them for me.
The remnants of my power still lingered in my veins, our power.
But I knew that it saved us. He had saved me. He saved me, healed me, then gave up everything he knew.
"If I'm not back, leave, Verena. Find another way. Trust your instincts, but don't let them capture you. Promise me that."
"I promise."
"You're coming with me?"
I had offered him all the coins I had, and he had accepted half. But it was my mother’s dagger that hung at my side that he really wanted. So, with the last thing I had left of my mother, I secured passage for us both. “Did you really think I’d put you on a ship alone and watch you sail away from me?”
“But your people are here. Your rebellion is here,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion.
“And yet, you won’t be.”
"When do we leave?"
"Two days."
She was a risk. One that I shouldn’t have been willing to take, but trying to fight it was futile. My want for her was obsessive, incessant. Maddening.
“Thank you.” She nodded toward the bed. “For that, and for helping me.”
“Don’t thank me.” I shook my head. “I don’t deserve your thanks.”
“You may not deserve it, but it’s yours.”
“I’m so sorry, Verena.”
“We don’t need to do this.” She shook her head. “Yes. We do,”
“I was so angry, so hurt, and I should have never…” “Bathe.”
“We both need sleep.”
Verena was mine. She was mine. I didn’t care whether she knew it or not.
He had managed to secure me passage onto one of those ships I saw in the harbor. He got us passage, and as much as I wanted to pretend like that didn’t matter, it did. He was planning to leave this kingdom with me, leave the rebellion and Wren.
“Let me go,” I whispered, my voice still heavy with sleep. “Not yet.”
“You can call me whatever you want, but the
next time I touch you, you’re going to be begging me for it.”
“That will never happen.”
“You’ve begged for it before.”
“You were so fucking wet when you begged for it then. What do you think I would find now if I had lowered my hand like you wanted me to?”
“You don’t trust me.” He searched my eyes. “I’m only going to touch you when you’re sure that you want it, when you’re sure that you want me.”
“I’ll never forgive you if you get caught.” You. Not us.
I wanted her to crave me because it was my touch, my presence, that she yearned for with every fiber of her being. Just as I ached for her in return.
“You’ll be free soon.”
