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He was looking at her like he hadn’t ever seen her before.
“I’m not sure what I enjoy more. Seeing the way you grip a sword . . . or the way your dress grips you.”
“And I don’t know what I enjoy more. Replaying the image of my sword against your throat . . . or thinking about how your heart might look on my plate.” Grim’s dark eyes flashed with amusement. “Careful, Hearteater,” he whispered, towering over her, standing far too close. “I might just give it to you.”
“What’s your favorite part of Lightlark?” He scratched the side of his head, just below his crown. “There’s this secluded stretch of beach on Sun Isle, along a cliff . . . with giant coals in the water that sizzle when the sea hits them.” He lifted his gaze, eyes on the ceiling. “The sea is a strange shade there . . . dark green. The color of your eyes.”
“Late at night, I ache for you. I ache for you all the time,”
That was the moment I knew I loved you, he had said. When that arrow went through your heart, and it might as well have gone through mine.
