The Fallen Kingdom (The Falconer, #3)

by Elizabeth May

“Lobsters,” Aithinne says again, just in case I misheard her, and I rather hoped I had. “I hear they’re biologically immortal,” she explains, “and exempt from greed. And they’re funny looking, so I’ve decided they’re my favorite.”

“Adorable is what we call adult men who love to cuddle and swear on their lives that they don’t.”

“You make the mistake of defining me by his ownership,” I say softly. “You don’t seem to understand that he’s mine every bit as much as I’m his.”

“Why couldn’t it have been kittens? Just once?”

“I only have one: How the hell did you keep up with me during our hunts? I’ve never experienced the discomfort of being winded before tonight.”

“By the way, Sorcha wanted me to pass on a message,” Aithinne says. “She said, This changes nothing and that she still hated you.” Sorcha. Sorcha sacrificed her life for Kiaran’s. He deserves better. Sorcha’s wrong. This changes everything. Everything. Aithinne smiles fondly at her brother. “He could have chosen to remain fae, but he decided to be human with you. And he says he isn’t romantic.” “Oh, he is,” I tease. “He hides it behind glares and threats. I adore it.