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Instead, I’m fleeing from a fucking basilisk so I can marry a man I’ve kissed once, a man I’m also trying to kill. Worst game of Kiss, Marry, Kill ever.
“Since when did you give a fuck about the gods? The only god you need to worship is me.”
“By mist and stone, by lake and hollow, I’ll walk with thee through light and shadow. I pledge to thee my sword and soul, two lives now joined, two halves made whole. Two hearts entwined, two fates aligned, with these words, to thee I bind.”
“It’s one of my official roles as prince—Master of the Dragons. My mother taught me to ride them when I was a little boy, before my father set her on fire.” He paused. “Do you know what? I sometimes think my family might be a bit dysfunctional.”
“It’s like I was living in a world of shadows and mist, and then you showed up in my castle—wild, furious, insulting me. And you looked like dawn.” His voice drops. “Rose and honey. You felt like something I lost a long time ago. And ever since, I haven’t been able to clear my mind. Without you, now, I think it would feel like the air stopped moving through the trees. It would feel like the sun would never rise, the rivers would stop flowing, and everything would turn to dust.”
“I’m not your sister, nor your aunt,” I whisper, “but I am your queen.” “That,” he whispers, “might just be the sexiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
A serpent’s tongue to drain me of light… She haunts my bones, and I lie hollow, empty as a crown.
This is how it ends. Not with war drums and a fight to the death, but with my mother smiling at a crowd and my voice dwindling to nothing.
“I will never stop thinking about you.” His voice is ragged. “Even when the stars burn out, you’ll still be in my head because you were the only thing that ever made me feel like I wasn’t completely alone.”
“I will never let you go again,” he rasps. “You’re the first light. You’re the start of everything.”
“Why are you all pointing your weapons at each other?” Tana says, frowning in irritation. “We have no time for this. We’re here to destroy the plague.” “With the Dream Stalker,” Raphael says acidly. “Who invaded Avalon Tower on a fire-breathing dragon? That’s who you want me to work with?” “I mean, the dragon invasion was my idea,” I say, “and Talan’s really not that bad.” “I’m humbled,” Talan says dryly. “Truly.”
Mordred helps me lay Talan on one of the beds. He glares at him, his golden eyes burning. “Just like always, dragging in your broken things. Two soldier corpses last time. A usurper prince this time. When I was young and I’d visit Queen Morgan, I’d bring her flowers and mead. But this is better. Much better. Like a cat, my vicious princess keeps bringing me gifts with blood on her claws.”
“Oh, fucking shit,” Nivene blurts. “Mordred. Fuck. How old are you? You must be old as the rocks.” “Is there something wrong with your friend?” Mordred asks.
Nivene’s eyes widen in shock and horror. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Talan cuts me a sharp look. “Perhaps I was being too hasty when I said my wife was always right.”
