“You’re not the most . . .” Sesily picked up where she left off. “Marketable.” “Of us.” Seline finished. Not beautiful. Not charming. Not exciting. Unfun. Except, in these recent days, she’d been all those things. And not because she’d been shot. Not because she’d dressed as a footman. Not because she’d sold away a carriage full of curricle wheels and run from her father’s henchmen. Not even because she’d nearly lost her virtue in a hedge maze. Because she’d fallen in love with King. Because he’d fed her strawberry tarts and kissed her senseless and tempted her with a glimpse of a life that
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