One Dark Window (The Shepherd King, #1)

by Rachel Gillig

“No, Miss Spindle,” he said. “I’m not nice at all.”

in his pause, he, too, lost to the world of things unsaid. “Of all the things I pretend at,” he said, his thumb drawing small, gentle circles along my waist, “courting you has proven the easiest.”

Only I can find the Twin Alders... “For it was I who left it there.”