Shield of Sparrows (Shield of Sparrows, #1)

by Devney Perry

“Your former fiancé must not have a big sword.” The Guardian’s eyes flashed emerald green, the innuendo dripping from his tone.

You must have a name.” “I do.” I waited. And waited. And waited. “Well, what is it?” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping low. “Maybe I’ll tell you. If you earn it.”

“You might earn my name one day. But make no mistake, Cross. I will never trust you.”

“Thanks,” I deadpanned. “And I was certain I wouldn’t earn any compliments today.” “Praise is for the bedroom, Cross. Not the training ring.”

I hung my head, still on my knees. Knives still in my hands. I couldn’t seem to let them go. So I stared at their sharp edges, wishing I was made of steel, too.

So I dwelled. On. Everything. My own mind had become my worst enemy.

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.”

“That’s great. I’m sure your future wife will be glad that you can, uh…” This just kept getting worse. “You know what I’m saying.” “That my future wife will be glad I can kiss and fuck her.”

“I called you a coward.” The gasps at my back only fueled my rage. “Watch yourself, girl. Your ignorance is showing.” “As is your true nature,” I spat. “Only fools and liars burn books and people’s homes.”

“Gods save the men who make you mad.”

“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 wanted a thousand nights to sleep with the beat of his heart in my ear.

Keep breathing to remember that you can.”