One Dark Throne (Three Dark Crowns, #2)

by Kendare Blake

Perhaps that is how all men love. More with their eyes than with their hearts.

“Why did you choose me? Instead of one of my sisters?” “Because I saw you first,” he says, and winks.

“I’ll be back soon. But . . . just in case I die, I want you to remember that you could have kissed me that day in the meadow.”

“So you trust me?” She turns and looks squarely into his handsome, storm-blue eyes. “Not one bit.”

“Aye, but what are the chances of me being wrong twice?”

Or perhaps there were more sides to a woman than he had ever understood.