Shield of Sparrows (Shield of Sparrows, #1)

by Devney Perry

Of course it was him. It had always been him.

My queen. How many times had he called me that? How many times had he referred to me as the Sparrow? Countless.

“You can’t leave Turah.” “When I am nothing but dust and ash, Turah will endure. I do not need a crown. And I have made peace with my destiny. But before I step into my grave, my choice is you.”

I’d never hated him. Not even in the beginning. Not really. But hate was the safer word to use. Even if we both knew it meant something else.

“I love you.” “Yes, you do. Don’t forget.” “Never.”