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December 16 - December 26, 2021
He’s right, but cerebral palsy doesn’t mean my curiosity is broken.
“Try it.” She glances between him and me. “I know a good spot I haven’t hit with this yet.”
The music continues to play from the ash and rubble.
“I’m not going to fall in love with you,” she says. Her words are not a surprise. I sigh. “You won’t be the first.”
“I don’t think I can keep hating you.” “Such sweet words of affection, my lady.” I play a ten of hearts. “You honor me.”
I do know that bargaining for love will end in disappointment.”
“Don’t worry,” says Rhen. “Commander Grey likes to feel necessary.” Grey pushes sweat-dampened hair off his forehead and says, “Commander Grey is going to regret saying that.”
I find it amusing that she keeps asking, as if I would not do this a thousand more times.
Maybe fate has finally found me worthy of mercy.
“I am inviting you to dance, not dragging you behind a horse.” I sigh dramatically. “Must you look so tortured?”
We dance in the moonlight at the edge of the cliff, surrounded by night air.
you’re probably supposed to be back at the castle feeding me grapes and trying to get me to fall in love with you.” “Grapes?” I say. “Is that what it would take?” “The red ones are secretly the way to my heart.”
“Do not run from me.” “I will not run.”
“I want to know it’s real, too,”
I stand and hold her until the music fades and the night grows too cold. But inside I’m warm, and my heart wants to sing.
“I will stay as long as you wish.”
She trusts me. I trust her. This feels more monumental than love. More precious. More earned. I keep my hands to myself.
“I was born this way,” she’ll snap, “and I’m going to die this way, so teach me to work around it.”
A feeling has begun to grow in my chest, blossoming so slowly I almost do not notice it. It is not love, not yet, because that seems too far outside my grasp. It is more than lust and attraction, though. Something deeper. Something more real.
What else was I supposed to call him?” He raises an eyebrow. “A servant? A footman?” I open my mouth. Close it. Grey’s not done. “A slave, my lady. A guard.” “But she picked prince,” Jake snaps. “Get over it.” Grey ignores him. “The healer’s concubine?” Jake snorts, but twin spots of pink find his cheeks. “Noah probably would have loved that.”
