He was the one thing she could never be: patient. And patience, Tem knew, was required in order to be in a relationship with her. She was impossible. What could be worse for a basilisk? Caspen had never quite been able to corral her, and he hadn’t wanted to anyway. You are not meant to be tamed. He’d meant it as a compliment. Caspen had known, from the very beginning, that Tem was capable of greatness. It had taken her quite a long time to believe it herself. But here she was, finally, fully formed into the queen he had made her, and he was no longer there to be her king.
