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Jen L. Grey
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January 31 - February 1, 2025
“Sprite, that toy wouldn’t harm anyone here. Everyone in this castle and our town is trained in combat. If you managed to injure someone or kill them with that icepick, then the person will have deserved it.”
Placing a hand on either side of me so that I was trapped between his arms, he lowered his face to mine, our foreheads touching. He then whispered, “There would be no forcing about it.”
“Already desperate to kiss me, sprite?”
I couldn’t remove my gaze from the cut on her chest. “Who did this to you?” I snarled then focused on her face.
“Why does it matter?” She lifted her chin. “You keep saying you’re going to do worse to me anyway.”
I leaned forward, allowing my lips to brush her earlobe as I said, “Don’t worry, sprite. I’ll figure it out on my own.”
They’ll be desperate to find her, which will be when the four of us, with most of the army, will arrive at the Seelie veil they created to keep us from returning home and slit their princess’s throat, allowing it to coat our bodies so we can finally enter the kingdom once again.”
Eldrin wounded her and took her blood. He can now enter into the seelie and unseelie land.
“You won’t be with Finnian or anyone else,” he growled. “I couldn’t handle it, sprite. We have enough stacked against us—don’t make things harder than they need to be.” His face softened, and he released his hold, his hand running down my arm. “Please.”
“You dying in the gauntlet would impact Tavish a whole lot worse than someone catching you with a sword in your hand.”
A boom echoed in my ears, and part of his boot and calf blew off. He blanched and hissed, but he hopped on one foot, still moving toward me.
Tis but a flesh wound🤣
He didn’t argue, wrapping his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist, putting me in the most intimate position I’d ever been in with a man. All it took was a life-or-death situation to get a man to cover my body with his.
I’d rather die with dignity than the deluded hope that some prince—or, rather, king would save me. I’d save my own damn self.
