A Restless Truth (The Last Binding, #2)

by Freya Marske

He wasn’t born a girl, let alone one of five. He’d never grown out of childhood feeling himself get taller and taller as the life expected of him grew smaller and smaller, until he could barely breathe for the confines of it.

It was always fun to match the energy of a generous partner.

“Because when you’re in a room I don’t want to look anywhere else.”

Undressing another girl when you knew that what was beneath was for you was probably the best thing in the world, Maud thought. Like unwrapping a present. She’d been right:

Maud Blyth’s caring was not hers. It was wide enough to encompass the world.

The attention of one’s audience was a ray of light. Performance was both protection and reward.