No Man Can Tame (Dark-Elves of Nightbloom #1)

by Miranda Honfleur

“Good dance,” she breathed. A corner of his mouth turned up. “They called it the rotante. The young adored it, and the old—” “Were appalled by it?” she offered, as he led her into a turn.

It was time, and their discussion had been cut short, but it didn’t matter—he knew. He knew, and he felt the same.

Oh come on! They've known each other for a few days only and suddenly they are feeling attraction and love for each other ? Where did that came from?

“No one is ever too little to fight for what they believe in.”

Her mouth fell open. “But gemstones are—” “Very valuable to humans.” He smiled at her. “They barter timber, leather, food crops, livestock, and other valuable items to us, and in return, they want shiny stones.” She cocked her head. “When you put it like that, we all sound like idiots.”

“Strength isn’t just in your fists. Strength is relying on your knowledge in the face of danger. It’s standing up to a challenge with courage and dignity. Not running away.”

Until he’d opened his mouth. A single word of hatred spoken could turn even a handsome face ugly. And Tarquin had spoken many.