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January 14 - January 15, 2025
“Poppy,”
Blood trickled between his fingers, and I didn’t feel even a kernel of guilt as he stared at his hand. Well, perhaps there was a tiny bit of remorse—no larger than the size of a gnat, though. He hadn’t done anything at the exact moment in time to truly earn a knife being thrown at his face, but I was sure he would be more than deserving in a few minutes.
“You’re so incredibly violent.”
“Only around you,”
“It still turns me on, Princess.”
“Don’t whine. You’ll heal. Again,” I snapped. “Unfortunately.”
“Although, not nearly proper enough for your barely ex-Maiden eyes,”
“Ah, I understand. You’re dazzled.”
“I’m not a bottle of wine,”
“We are not getting married!” Slamming the knife down, it scored deep into the wood of the table by the bed, the handle vibrating from the impact.
“On second thought, my mother is definitely going to like you,”
“Why? Because I didn’t throw it at your face this time?”
“She’ll most likely be amused to hear that you have done exactly that,”
know that you are capable of showin...
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“And you’re so incredibly disturbed.”
“Besides the fact that you are not the definition of appropriate, everyone in this keep knows that we’ve already shared a bed, Poppy.”
“So, either it’s me in here, or it’s Kieran. Would you rather it be him?
“What? Wait. I don’t need an explanation of that. I don’t want Kieran.”
“You want me.”
He was both the villain and the hero, the monster and the monster-slayer.
“Why did you have to tell me that Hawke was your middle name?”
“Because you needed to know that not everything was a lie.”
“How have you not let the night of the Craven attack make you afraid of everything? Because you are fearless, whether it be facing a swarm of Craven, staring into the eyes of a wolven, or when you push back at me, even knowing what I am.”
“So incredibly violent, my Princess.”
“We probably have a couple more hours before Kieran or someone will be banging on this door to make sure you haven’t found a way to murder me in the middle of the night.”
“Holding you,”
“I wouldn’t advise that,”
“Squirm a few more inches lower, and I’m sure you’ll find out why.”
how was I supposed to sleep with him curled around me like one of those small, fluffy animals that lived in trees near the capital? What were they called? I couldn’t remember. I’d only seen drawings of them in a children’s book I’d once found in the Atheneum. They were cute and looked soft, but Vikter had once told me
that they were vicious little creatures.
“Do you know what the fluffy animals are called that live in the tre...
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“W...
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“The ones that hang onto the limbs,” I explained. “They’re fluffy and cute, but ...
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“That’s the name?”
“You remind me of a tree bear.”
“No one wishes to chase you through a snowstorm.”
“I’d rather not be gutted by the Prince, so no.” “The Prince will return soon.”
“Nothing personal, but there is literally no way I would trust you enough to crack this door open to allow even an inch of fresh air to enter your chamber.”
How was that not personal? I started toward the door, planning to bang my fist off it until the whole keep came running—
The door suddenly swung open as Delano rushed inside, hand on the hilt of his sword. He drew up short, eyes bright as he checked me over and scanned the room. “Are you okay?” he demanded. Delano had the kind of face that often tricked you. Except for the nearly constant crease between his fair brows, there was a boyishness to his features. As if he would be grinn...
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“You weren’t yelling?”
“What do you mean by…not externally?”
“I was probably screaming internally for being locked in here.”
“So, you weren’t sc...
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“No. Not out...
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“Screaming for help.”
“Probably the wind.”
“The quilt wasn’t me. That was Cas.”
“Though I’m glad you finally woke up. I was going to give you another five minutes before I risked life and limb to wake you. Unlike Cas, watching you sleep is not something I find all that entertaining.”
“Other than wondering exactly what choices I made in my life that led me to this exact moment?”
