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She did envy the Bomardi a little. They didn’t treat their women like pawns in a game. A woman could sit on the Seat of Bomard just as easily as a man.
“Fortieth in line, and she’s invited to a state dinner?” Briony whispered. “Briony, don’t be elitist.” Her gaze snapped to her father’s. “I’m not. I… I didn’t mean to be.” Her face flushed, and she looked down. She pushed back embarrassed tears as the Raquins stepped forward.
Girl chill
Where Eversuns prayed to the waters that were so plentiful along the coasts and in their large inland lakes, Bomardi called upon the stones.
The golden heartspring. That’s what Vein had called her during the auction. She assumed it was just a reference to the legend that the Rosewoods had gold blood. Was there more to it?
Briony had—at one time—yearned for the man who would hold her captive and drain her of her magic every day for the rest of her life. A familiar boiling in her gut rose up and choked her—the same feeling she used to have in school whenever she’d have to tear her eyes off him. It was disgusting really. To want someone who thought so little of you.
“I’m sorry for all that you’ve lost, but I cannot offer you more than the assurance that Hearst Hall is the safest place for you.”
Briony put back the book with shaking fingers, knowing that researching the tattoos was enough to incriminate her. She’d never been afraid of her own mind before.
Her lashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes to her dark bedroom. She tilted her head to the door, certain for a moment that she hadn’t been alone. That a hand had passed through her hair, a gaze steadily watching over her.
“I suppose I’ve never sought anyone who obeys easily.”
But she thought about the answer she most hoped to hear, even for all her logic. That she was more than a heartspring to him. That she was more than an Eversun princess.
How did we get here?
Briony nodded, and irritation flashed in her briefly before she realized she was feeling jealous of a fox.
No girl.
She would have scoffed if she could, knowing how much Bomard looked down on Evermore for relying on male-born primogeniture. Now look at them. Some of their mothers or aunts may be on the line, but the second generation was certainly a boys’ club.
all they were to these people were hearts to drain.
At the end of the Bomardi school year in the winter, Mallow had announced that the use of mind magic in Bomard was banned and liable for punishment. “How in the waters is she going to do that?” Cordelia had said as she walked with Katrina and Briony to dinner that day.
Reminds me of something...
“That would be your best insult, wouldn’t it? Eversuns are enlightened, and Bomardi are primitive? Is that right, Rosewood?” “Your words, not mine.” “Well, our ‘primitive’ magic has been doing just fine for us. Heart magic has more sheer power than mind magic ever will. Why should we ‘evolve’?”
There was silence for a few moments as he studied her. She glared back, lifting her chin. He watched her carefully. “Your experiences this evening have been traumatic,” he said simply. “You should sleep and regroup your thoughts.”
Oh i hate him now
All of them strutting around, trying to get one over on each other. But she wouldn’t trade the memory of waltzing with Toven Hearst for the world.
*eye roll*
“That’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make as long as you and I are on the same page,” she said, more confidently than she felt. Toven stared at her. “You must be joking.”
???
“In our history texts, many spies were executed for transmogrifying into another person, only to have their thoughts read as their mental defenses were down.”
“Wild card is…” Canning took the next card from Jellica’s hand and barked out a laugh. “The Rose in Chains.” His eyes glittered as he stared across the table at Toven and Briony. “Well, if that isn’t just the perfect thing.”
“There is a lake with still waters,” Toven’s voice whispered. “A mountain range surrounds it. The waters are deep with hidden secrets, but the water is still.” She blinked, legs swaying, feeling her breathing even out as she let his words wash over her. His hands slipped around her stomach, pressing her close to him.
“She may have figured out that the borders are open… as Evermore is currently without a king.”
A glass jar pushed into view, scooping slowly under the orb, capturing it, and closing a lid over the top. Toven screwed the lid on, watching the light breathe. His eyes danced with its glow, and his lips parted in wonder.
Her virginity in the jar LOL
He was always keeping information from her, especially if it pertained to her directly. Irritation sharpened and bubbled in her chest.
Her shelves reorganized, and before she could even glance at one called Cohle, it shuffled to a distant shelf.
I think a world where we both have choice again is possible.”
