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Around and around and around it spun until the priest had shaped the water into a crown that loomed over my head.
The Guardian. A man rumored to be more vicious and deadly than any creature crafted by the gods.
His jaw flexed. “They have something I want in that city.”
“Zavier Wolfe makes this vow.”
“Now, you hold it.” He hooked a finger under the tip, lifting it until it was poised at his neck. “Right here.”
dom daddy? ;)
“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.”
“Odessa,” I corrected.
“Thanks,” I deadpanned. “And I was certain I wouldn’t earn any compliments today.” “Praise is for the bedroom, Cross. Not the training ring.”
And an apple. I didn’t let myself think about who had likely arranged for them both.
So I stared at their sharp edges, wishing I was made of steel, too.
“What are you doing?” the Guardian asked. “That’s a monster.” “Does it have to be?”
They all find it strange how letters go unanswered and visits home are never made.”
I think that he may be trying to turn this militia into exactly what the Guardian is so that he can have a superhuman army at his disposal. Yup, I think that’s it. Chat, have I cracked this thing wide open?
have to let go.” “Of what?” “You,” I whispered. “You are not mine to keep.” He breathed, shifting so close his chest brushed against my back. “What if I was yours?”
“You are not a pawn, Odessa. Not to me. You are the Sparrow. You are my wife. You are the future queen of Turah.”
“We shouldn’t have to fight this hard, Ransom,” I whispered. Love shouldn’t come with this many lies. “Why not? Isn’t this what we should be fighting for?”
Where was she hiding now? In Ellder? In Treow? Was she hiding in plain sight? “Have I met her before?” Ransom looked at me but said nothing. It was yet another secret he’d keep from his wife.
“Is Cathlin your mother?” His eyebrows lifted. “No.”
“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.”
“How long have you known the king is giving his soldiers Lyssa?”
