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“It’s like holding time itself, isn’t it?” “I suppose.” “I wish I could make it stop,” she breathed. His hands closed over hers and the watch, shutting the front latch closed. “If you could, what would you do?” Aldrik’s breath was warm on her cheeks, and Vhalla was keenly aware of how close they were.
“You just assaulted the crown prince.” He glared, but she saw the telltale glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “Vhalla, I think that violates the terms of your probation.” “Oh? Tell me, what will you do to me?” She did her best to imitate one of his trademark smirks, and she was rewarded by the spark turning to a fire in his eyes. “I could think of quite a few things to do to you.” His voice was gravelly and deep, and Vhalla felt a flush rise to her cheeks.
I’d never ignore a friend because of the foolish things pain could make them do.” Vhalla quickly realized Larel was speaking about her.
“You are both a part of each other. There are records of people going mad because they lost their Bonded. Some theorize that, depending on the depth of the Bond, should one die the other will as well.”
He doesn’t want you to die because he’s afraid that it would mean he’d have to live without you.” Larel stroked the top of Vhalla’s head.
But he cares for you, Vhalla. In a way that I’ve never seen him really care for anyone before.”
Magic, she was discovering, was like poetry.
She was tired of everything being on his terms and what he needed.
Gasping, she tried to push the memories of Rat and Mole’s assault out of her mind.
If it was a change, she decided it was for the better.
“I’d only meant to help her. I thought you were—Aldrik, you’re too smart for this.” “I know,” Aldrik replied quietly, the tension seemed to have vanished, and sorrow filled his eyes in its place.
“No, I rather deserved it, didn’t I?” Vhalla stared at him, stunned. The prince turned to his brother. “It wasn’t her fault today, Aldrik. I think some of what she said actually may have gotten through to the men. You would’ve been proud if you’d seen it, I think.” Prince Baldair shifted to rest his cheek in his hand. “And Vhalla, I’m sorry. That was not a princely way to act.”
“Even something very small can cast a large shadow when it is close to the sun.”
“Because I want them to know that if they lay a hand on you again, they will deal with me directly.” Aldrik’s voice was deep and harsh, and it made her want to grab onto him and never let him go.
Aldrik just sighed and let her. “Fine, stubborn woman.”
“Vhalla . . .” Aldrik croaked. She saw dark circles beneath his eyes as he staggered toward her.
“What happened?” she whispered, unable to logically piece it together. “You foolish idiot,” he suddenly rasped, drawing himself to his feet. “You went without orders from your superior. You ignored the call. You could have killed yourself, you dumb girl.”
would never . . .” His voice trailed off to barely more than a whisper. He braved giving her his attention once more, and Vhalla felt something flutter frantically. “I would never have the opportunity to tell you that . . .” Vhalla leaned closer to him, savoring every word. She could almost feel his breath on her face when he spoke. “That I . . .” Aldrik was suddenly keenly aware of her attentiveness and there was something that resembled fear at the realization. Aldrik’s lips parted.
“Boys, don’t fight,” Vhalla muttered; she was too tired for their nonsense. Aldrik blinked at her in surprise and Prince Baldair chuckled.
Vhalla laughed. “Of course not. I enjoy being near you, hearing your thoughts, spending time with you. You’re one of the best things that has ever happened to me.” Vhalla smiled at him, and she saw the prince relax. How had she never realized how insecure he was?
“You’re so funny. Do I oblige you? Aldrik, I—” Vhalla stopped herself, her smile slipping in the wake of a revelation “—I—” Love you.
“You’re one of the craziest people I’ve ever met.” Elecia placed a hand on her hip and shifted her weight to extend the other to Vhalla. “And because of that, I owe you my life.” Vhalla reached out, clasping her bandaged palm against Elecia’s.
Prince Baldair walked around to his father’s right side, Aldrik hovered near her. He didn’t move until she did, her silent shadow.
This was not a polite call to thank her for saving his army. That was a pleasant excuse for him to sit her down and formulate battle strategy.
She felt maneuvered and played, but she wasn’t sure by whom.
Aldrik stared at her hopelessly, then glared at his brother, but he went obediently to his father’s side.
“Please remove your hand from my person,” Vhalla mumbled to the Heartbreaker Prince.
“Vhalla Yarl, blessed bird of the East. The one who can soar without wings. The first chick to fly the cage. The first to return to our land.”
“You will march to victory, and it will be won upon your silver wings. But the winds of change you will set free will also shatter that tender hope upon which you fly. You will lose your dark sentry,” the woman foretold.
“Two paths will lie before you: night and day. Go west by night. Fade into the comforting obscurity of a shroud of darkness. You will find a familiar happiness there, if you can ignore yearnings for the sun.” Vi paused, looking at the glimmering ash about the room. “The other road will burn away your falsehoods by the light of dawn. You will own your wants for all to see. But take caution, for the fire that will expose you will give birth to an even greater power that will consume the land itself.”