Shield of Sparrows

by Devney Perry

“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 hate you. A slow grin stretched across his mouth. “There’s my queen.”

“You are mine.” His hands dived 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.”

“Then you have to come back to me. Or I’ll hate you forever.” “You already hate me.” “Yes, I do.” I’d never hated him. Not even in the beginning. Not really. But hate was the safer word to use. Even if we both knew it meant something else. He leaned in close, his mouth brushing across my forehead. “Don’t forget.” “Never.” My chin wobbled, tears filling my eyes.

“Run. Now, Cross.” Hot tears dripped to the dirt at my boots. “I love you.” “Yes, you do. Don’t forget.” “Never.”