A Vow So Bold and Deadly (Cursebreakers, #3)

by Brigid Kemmerer

I had never once shaved my own face, and when I tried, I nearly cut my throat. I remember finding Grey outside my chambers, standing at attention in the deserted, silent hallway. “Commander,” I said sharply. “You will show me how to shave.” He stared at me for the longest moment, and I felt like such a spoiled fool, especially when confronted with the clean-shaven face that he’d clearly accomplished himself, while I was standing there pressing a silk handkerchief to my neck to stop the bleeding. I waited for his expression to shift into scorn or disdain. For him to inwardly sigh. We were the only two people left in the castle, and there wouldn’t have been much I could have done about it. He could have turned the moment into something humiliating. He didn’t. “Yes, my lord,” he said equably. “Do you have a kit?” I expect the memory to sting, but for some reason, this one doesn’t.

*sobs* this is such a sweet brotherly moment between them. makes me miss when they were together. :')