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“Praise is for the bedroom, Cross. Not the training ring.”
made of steel, too. A finger hooked under my chin. I knew whose finger it was before I lifted my eyes.
footsteps as light as feathers. “Are you all right, my queen?” It was the gentlest I’d ever heard his voice. Low and smooth like silk.
“What you call gifts, I call a curse. Yes, I believe in the gods. I believe they watch us from their precious shades. And I believe they’re vindictive, manipulative bastards intent on tormenting us from their thrones.”
Until somewhere in Turah, curled against the wrong man, I drifted
The Voster’s eyes were the same dark-green shade as blood from the infected monsters. That couldn’t be a coincidence.
They enlist and all but disappear.
Do you have a problem with Ramsey?” “Something like that.”
“Such pretty hair. It’s no
wonder you caught my son’s eye, Princess.”
“Only fools and liars burn books and people’s homes.”
Not silver. Not hazel. Not even emerald green. They turned gold. The same gold I saw each morning in my mirror.
“You are mine, Odessa.”
anyone ever touches you against your will again, it will leave a mark.”
“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.”
will find you. Here, or in the shades.”
