Prince and Assassin (Perilous Courts, #1)

by Tavia Lark

There’s no overt sign in Will’s expression, no circles under his eyes. But Julien has the distinct impression that Will is exhausted. Like he’s stretched too thin. Like he hasn’t slept in days.

Maybe that’s what he finds so interesting about Will. Will isn’t trying to impress him at all.

Julien stands by his earlier assessment—Will is adorable.

I’m definitely not going to fuck him, Julien tells himself. At least, not before the background check comes back.

The way he flushes when someone calls him kitten.

This isn’t Rue magic anymore, or Sandry magic. This magic is his. This forest is his. Will is his.

And he hadn’t fallen in love with his targets.

“I could have died because I fell in love with him. Instead, I’m alive because he fell in love with me.”