The Wicked King (The Folk of the Air, #2)

by Holly Black

His mouth curls into a smile. His eyes shine with wicked intent. “Look at them all, your subjects. A shame not a one knows who their true ruler is.”

“And will you let this mortal girl answer for you?” she asks Cardan. He gives me a look of such condescension that it makes my cheeks heat. The look lingers. His mouth twists, curving. “I suppose I shall,” he says finally. “It amuses her to keep me out of trouble.”

😊😊☺️☺️

“For a moment,” he says, “I wondered if it wasn’t you shooting bolts at me.” I make a face at him. “And what made you decide it wasn’t?” He grins up at me. “They missed.”

“Honestly, Jude, how many secrets are you keeping?” I think of

That I can. That I’d be good at it. Very well, Jude. Tell me how it’s done. Do you think she’d like it if I came to her like this, if I looked deeply into her eyes?”

Feral

“That you hate me,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Tell me that you hate me.” “I hate you,”

his tail curling against his leg then twisting to coil against mine, soft as a whisper.

that I like him better than I’ve ever liked anyone and that of all the things he’s ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

“Your ridiculous family might be surprised to find that not everything is solved by murder,” Locke calls after me. “We would be surprised to find that,” I call back.

LOL

This is no mortal marriage, to require being presided over and witnessed. I cannot lie. I cannot deny you.”