Vow of Thieves (Dance of Thieves, #2)

by Mary E. Pearson

“We will, Kazi. You and I. We’ll write our own story. And it will take a thousand volumes. We have a lifetime ahead of us.” “That’s a lot of trees.” He shrugged. “We own a mountainful, remember?” We. Everything was we now. We wove our dreams together like armor. Nothing could stop us now.

My arm tightened around her. “I’m thinking how much I love you.” “Then I’m glad you’re awake. Tell me again, Jase. Tell me the riddle…” She mumbled a few more incoherent words and drifted back to sleep, her cheek nestling into my shoulder. I kissed the top of her head. My breath, my blood, my calm.

When you are on the lowest rung of society, you are a comforting reminder to those just a bit above you that life could always be worse, that they are not you.

“No one wants to be on the wrong side of what’s burning inside you, Patrei. That is certainty I’d be willing to bet on.”

“Or what, Jase? What are you going to do? I am your brother!” My chest heaved. “And Kazi is my wife!”

“A thousand times over, Kazi,” I whispered. “I would marry you more than a thousand times.”

Waiting for someone else to write your history was no way to live. Sometimes it was only a certain way to die.

But I had loved and been loved deeply and completely, not once but twice in my life. I would not trade that for all the riches that Montegue had to offer.

“She’s coming. Unsaddling the horses. She lost the bet.” “Bet?” I said. “Who would take down the first soldier.” “You had time for bets?” my mother snapped.

Synové’s brows pulled down defensively. “When opportunity knocks, you don’t go punching it in the face.”

“Right now my only plan is to kiss my wife. And I am fairly certain not even the gods can derail that.”

This will get me every single time! 😏

Her dark eyes danced as she looked at both of us. “Married,” she said, shaking her head. “Twice married,” Jase replied. “Ballenger and Vendan wedding. There’s no undoing it now.”

The queen once told me there were a hundred ways to fall in love. Maybe there were a hundred ways to find and give forgiveness too. I think I had already found a few of them.