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I might be the woman wearing the crown, but Jocelyn was the one with the riches, wasn’t she?
“Not all monsters are born from the gods, my queen. Some of us were made.”
But what if I was tired of being kept? What if I didn’t want to rely on a man to be my rescuer?
If I truly wanted to be in control of my destiny, then I couldn’t wait for someone else to save me from danger. The only person who was always going to fight for me was me.
“Are you angry, Sparrow? Use that rage. Fucking. Fight.”
“I didn’t ask to be married to a stranger and shipped across the continent. I didn’t ask to come to Turah. I didn’t ask to be jailed in a wilderness treehouse. Those were decisions made for me by the whims of men. So you can threaten to take away my freedom all you want, but I will fight you. Every step of the way. Until my last breath. And I will not go quietly into a cage.”
“Forgive me, Highness, for not giving a fuck.
Incredible
“Gods save the men who make you mad.”
The next, a hundred butterflies took flight in my belly, lifting me off my toes, reaching for him as he crushed his mouth to mine. The world around us began to spin, fading into streaks of light and dark, until the colors blended together in a swirl of gray and white and black. Until the only color that remained was green. It was like that first breath after jumping off a cliff, plunging into the ocean, and breaking free from the surface to fill my lungs. It was like being remade.
But before I step into my grave, my choice is you.”
He grazed my earlobe with his teeth. “Mine.” “Yours,” I breathed, my limbs beginning to tremble.
