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And where Mariah was all wild, untamed mountain lion, Ellan was a gentle, sensitive fawn.
His eyes were the color of tanzanite.
This woman would walk a path none had gone before. And … that frightened her.
“I present to you all, for the very first time, the new Queen Apparent of Onita: Mariah Salis.”
Mariah nearly gagged on the thought. She’d known her escape was too easy. Of course, she should’ve known she would end up being a walking, breathing impossibility.
It also wasn’t lost on her that here, in this palace, she could have power. And power … power could bring anything. Even freedom.
“Mariah,” she said, “I found a waffle-maker in this kitchen.” Mariah giggled, just once. “By the Goddess, I fucking love waffles.”
Power may be extraordinary, but always carries burdens with it as well.”
“She was always far too wild and strong to be happy there. Independence courses through her veins, and now that the Goddess has lifted the curtain, I’m no longer surprised as to why.”
“Threads,” she said, her eyes still closed. “It looks like threads. All wound together in a massive ball.”
I suspect—and these are only my thoughts—that our Goddess knew giving one single person that much power, without surrounding her with others who could help shoulder those burdens, could create a monster better suited to razing kingdoms than ruling them.”
that every sword needs a shield, every great power must be grounded, and even the strongest need protecting.”
That all changed the moment the woman before him opened her mouth, her words spilling into the air like a liquid drug to which he was instantly addicted.
After all, hatred was the only thing that guaranteed survival in this world.
“Utter one more foul word about her and I will slit your throat from ear to ear. I’m sure the red of your blood will look like a work of art pooling at her feet.”
