The Complete Daughter of Smoke and Bone Trilogy

by Laini Taylor

She felt his fingertip slide over her skin, and spoke each letter as it formed. “Z-U-Z-A-N-A. Zuzana. W-I-L-L. Will. Y-O-U.” She paused. “You.” She lay very still, listening with her skin for the next letter. “M.” Her voice dropped. She watched Mik’s face. He was smiling to himself, mischievous, his eyes on his work. Strawberry stubble covered his jaw. A beam of sunshine slipped through a broken slat in the shutter and glanced across his eyelashes; they looked dusted with light. “A.” Zuzana said. Oh god. Zuzana will you M-A— Her heart pounded. Could he feel it through her back? When they’d talked about marriage back in Prague she’d been dismissive. Well. She’d been embarrassed to have been caught thinking about it; that wasn’t who she was, some flit girl who dreamed of wedding gowns, and she was just way too young. R, she felt. “R,” she whispered. Mik’s hand fell still. “Wrong,” he said. “That was a K.” “K? That’s not how you spell—” She cut herself off. “How you spell what?” Mik’s voice was teasing. “I was writing Zuzana will you make me a sandwich? What did you think?” She jerked her shirt down over her back. “Nothing,” she said, rolling off the bed. Mik caught her around the waist and dragged her back. “You didn’t think—? Oh. How embarrassing for you.” Her face was hot. He’d done it again. Jesus. Apparently she was a flit girl who dreamed of wedding gowns. “Let me go,” she said. But he didn’t. He held her. “I can’t ask you that yet,” he whispered in her ear. “I still ha...