Namesake (Fable, #2)

by Adrienne Young

If I didn’t know better, I’d say that it felt as if we were friends. I thought maybe the same thought occurred to him before he dropped the bottle in my lap and climbed down.

“I left you there because I have never loved anything in my life like I love you. Not Isolde. Not the trade. Nothing.”

I didn’t want to admit it, even to myself. Koy and I had an unspoken understanding and so far, it had worked. We didn’t call attention to or acknowledge the fact that there was a very real, very dangerous tether forming between us. It had started the first day he stepped foot on the Marigold, and it had followed us here, to Jeval. We were partners, but we were also more than that, and this was the first time he was calling it out.