Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

“Just …” Lysandra pressed her lips together. “Don’t die tomorrow. That’s all I ask.” “So you can have time to think about what you plan to do with my declaration.” “Precisely.” Aedion’s grin turned predatory. “May I ask something of you, then?” “I don’t think you’re in a position to make requests, but fine.” That wolfish grin remained as he whispered in her ear, “If I don’t die tomorrow, may I kiss you when the day is done?” Lysandra’s face heated as she pulled back, yielding a step. She was a trained courtesan, gods above. Highly trained. And yet the simple request reduced her knees to wobbling. She mastered herself, squaring her shoulders. “If you don’t die tomorrow, Aedion, then we’ll talk. And see what comes of it.” Aedion’s wolfish grin didn’t so much as falter. “Until tomorrow night, then.” Hell waited for them tomorrow. Perhaps their doom. But she wouldn’t kiss him, not now. Wouldn’t give that sort of promise or farewell. So Lysandra walked from the hall, heart racing. “Until tomorrow.”