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February 15 - February 19, 2025
I don’t know what to say to him. “I can’t leave, Jake.” “You love him.” “Yes.”
He stalked across the room like he wanted to wage war, but he kisses me like I’m the most delicate thing in the castle.
I love the way he says my name, the way his accent lends weight to the Rs to make it a purr. He’s always so formal that my name feels like a secret just between us.
He puts a finger to my chin and lifts my gaze. “Tell me your fears.”
This is one of my favorite things about him. He’s commanding and decisive and never falters—but he never takes a choice away from me.
“I spent so long waiting to find you that I worried fate might take you away.”
“Do not draw away from me,” he says softly, and there is a new note in his voice. Not vulnerability—never that—but something close. “Please. I cannot bear it.”
The door swings open. Dustan looks in. “My lord—” Rhen doesn’t even look at him. “Out.”
I love sassy rhen !
“Nolla Verin will be looking for us to return.” “Indeed,” I say. I make no move to get up. “Do you carry playing cards, Talfor?”
KING !!
Her hand is on his upper arm now, and she’s whispering something to him, her mouth inches from his neck. Grey is listening to her, but his eyes find mine.
a MAN
“Ah, yes, the most dangerous person at the party is always the girl sitting alone with a book.”
That is what makes you dangerous. Not because you would ride in with a blade and take control, but because you could quietly sit in this chair, in the dark, with your book”—the corner of his mouth turns up—“and you could determine the best way to achieve what needs to be done.”
“Fell siralla,” he says, and I giggle. “Nah,” I say. “Fell bellama. Fell garrant. Fell vale.” “I hope those aren’t worse than stupid.” I shake my head against his neck. He must feel my blush through his shirt. “Beautiful man. Brave man.” He waits, then says, “There were three.” “You notice everything!” “What is the third?” He never lets me back away from anything either. I love it and hate it. “You’ll have to learn Syssalah to find out.” “Fell vale,” he muses, and his terrible accent makes me giggle again. “You’ll have to give me more lessons,” he adds.
She regards me coolly. “You are not in a position to make demands from me. I have offered sanctuary to you and your people.” “I have made no demands. You have. And you offered sanctuary to me and my people because you hope to secure an alliance with the future King of Emberfall.”
