Those eyes grin like a cat catching a canary. “With all the other sheep?” I’m already backing away, but I don’t break his gaze. “Baa,” I say, then wink at him before whirling around and losing myself in the crowd.
Between the pages, I’m not a thieving Ashlander living for scraps from the royals—I can be a princess or a warrior or an enchantress. Any given story can become my entire personality if I wish.