A Restless Truth (The Last Binding, #2)

by Freya Marske

“Fuck you.” “The correct address would be: fuck you, my lord.”

“My sister…” He grimaced. “She was a little like you.” “Really?” “I would have followed her anywhere,” he said. “Into any battle.”

The apology had leapt a hedge and was racing off cross-country.

“Most men stop looking closely when you start being the person they expect you to be.”