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“Nia,” he says softly. “If you want to keep your secrets, you can.” “Why?” “Because I trust you.” I blink. Strangely, my eyes are misting. “Why would you trust me?” “I don’t know. For some reason, I feel like I know you.”
“I need to know what the assassin looked like.” “He was dressed as a soldier.” “Shall I have them all killed, then? Every soldier working last night? Their entrails drawn out of them until someone confesses?”
She scorches me with her stare…I will bind our bodies as a tempest of desire sweeps through us…I want to taste her. I want to hear her scream my name, our passion a comet streaking across the sky…
“I don’t want this. I know the reputation you have, and I don’t want to be another notch on your bedpost. If I’m going to give my body to someone, it will be for love. Not because I’m pretending.”
My mind reels. All this time I was hearing his thoughts, I never imagined he was hearing mine, too.
I scream at the guards for help, a ragged note of hysteria in my voice. I’m shocked to find that I’m screaming at them to save the life of the man I’ve been planning to kill all this time.
I feel strangely protective toward him, which is insane.
Deep asleep, he looks so peaceful—the beautiful monster who intends to destroy us all. The man who took an arrow for me.
A man, taller than the rest, shouts commands at them, and his dark cloak billows around him. He turns to face me. My heart sinks as I behold the shockingly beautiful face of the Fey prince.
He’ll find me here—Brocéliande’s worst traitor. The mistress who turned on her prince.
“I could have protected you if you’d stayed close to me, even at death’s door.”
“He’ll be designing your wedding dress. I can’t marry Arwenna if I’m already married.” He’s searching my face, but I’m not sure what he’s looking for. “I’m afraid we only have a few hours until we wed. Nia, this is the only way.”
