Shield of Sparrows (Shield of Sparrows, #1)

by Devney Perry

“This dress is perfect. Mae can stab me in the back without any fabric getting in her way,” I said.

“Fine.” If fine meant I wanted to die, then yes, I was fine.

So true

“Sore, my queen? We’ll have to add riding to your training regimen. That, or being ridden. I’ll have a word with Zavier.”

“Feel free to wander into mine, Princess.” He leaned in closer. “Zavier likes to share.”

The Guardian came to a stop in the center of the circle. “You have no chance at outrunning an opponent, either monster or man. You’re too short and slow.” “Thanks,” I deadpanned. “And I was certain I wouldn’t earn any compliments today.” “Praise is for the bedroom, Cross. Not the training ring.”

The image of him in a darkened room, shirtless, whispering praise into my ear, popped into my head before I could stop it.

Ransom shot me a look that said don’t you dare. I ignored it and inched closer to the smith.

“You are mine.” His hands dove into my hair, fingers threading through my curls. “Even if we are kingdoms apart, you are mine. But I’d rather not be a kingdom apart.”

“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.”

Because I desperately wanted to know him, inside and out.

“I love you.” “Yes, you do. Don’t forget.” “Never.” “Neither will I.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I will find you. Here, or in the shades.”