Defend the Dawn (Defy the Night, #2)

by Brigid Kemmerer

“What about you? Any frequent companions for the King’s Justice?” I’m trying to keep my tone light, but he holds my gaze, and I know he hears the true question there. “Ah, Tessa.” There’s something simultaneously wicked and warm in his eyes. “No one dared, until you.”

Then again, if we were openly involved, I’d drag her into my chambers and we wouldn’t leave for a week.

“Come home safe, little brother.” I give him a nod. “I promise. Be here when I get back.”

He keeps so much of himself hidden that I somehow forgot he could be like this, all wildfire attraction and unbound passion.

I may have fallen in love with Tessa Cade, but as usual, I’m reminded that she didn’t fall in love with Prince Corrick, the King’s Justice. She fell in love with the outlaw Weston Lark. She fell in love with a man who doesn’t exist.

“Sometimes what’s right isn’t debatable, or a matter of opinion.

Corrick is terrible and wonderful and aggravating and inspiring, and somehow he manages all of it, all at once. He allows everyone to think the worst of him, and all the while, he sacrifices everything he wants for the betterment of others. I don’t know if I want to punch him in the face or wrap my arms around him.

“I have always loved you,” he says. “I love your brilliance and your courage. I love your faith in me, and your faith in my brother, and your faith in Kandala.” His hand slides to my cheek, and his blue eyes soften, filling my vision. “I don’t ever want to frighten you. I want to take actions that will make you proud.”