The Hunt (The Twisted Kingdoms, #1)

by Frost Kay

as she fled the king, Tempest felt anything but blessed. She felt hunted.

Over her dead body. Handsome he may be, but trouble he definitely was.

“Which part of the woods?” “The green part,” she retorted sarcastically.

“Death is inevitable, but honor is easily lost,” she whispered, her fingers curling into fists to keep them from trembling. It would be so easy for him to tear out her throat. He froze and then huffed, the sound one part amused, the other part irritated. “Just because you know the words of my people, it doesn’t mean a damn thing.”

“If you want the Jester so badly,” he whispered in her ear. “Strike true and my heart is yours, city girl.”