Will has to look up to meet Julien’s eyes. “I can’t stay cooped up in the castle. I want to find out who’s trying to kill you.” “Not who wants to kidnap you?” “I’m not important,” Will says, his gaze lowering under crescents of golden lashes. He touches Julien’s forearm. Slides his hand into Julien’s. “They were just using me to get to you. You’re the one they want to hurt, and you’re the one I want to protect.”
