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he last saw her ten years ago, back when she was still known as Loras’s younger brother.
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Julien wants to touch his delicately pointed chin and turn his face this way and that, to see how the sunlight illuminates each new angle of him.
A precise, fragile sort of beauty.
I wouldn’t keep anyone here against their will.” A strange tension crosses Will’s face at that.
Yet there’s a closeness in the act. During those final moments, Whisper becomes the worst and most important person in their lives. It’s only natural they become an indelible part of Whisper too.
except his imagination isn’t strong enough to invent the perfect soft curve of Will’s lips.
Julien would really like to spend an afternoon finding out what other breathless sounds he could draw from those pretty pink lips.
“He likes anyone who feeds him treats, whatever they smell like.” “Good to know,”
“Lucien has mad dreams of starting a Silaisan dragon corps.
Louder than all of them is the pounding of Julien’s pulse, warm and alive, drawing Whisper’s own blood closer to the surface.
memory of Julien’s hand over Whisper’s eyes. Julien’s breath on his neck.
He doesn’t know what ‘all right’ means.
Until he can’t hide the dark magic spilling from his heart.
“If you got a papercut, it would be too much for me.”
And for a translucent, painful moment, Whisper feels seen.
Only his mothers and brothers know Julien inherited it,
“I think I like you concerned for me.”
“I don’t like you reckless,”
But there’s nothing proper about the warmth in his voice
Anyone could have been the Kennel’s client.
The space between them is meaningless when Julien’s presence suffuses every particle of air, fogging the glass around Whisper’s heart.
How kind of Julien to offer him an excuse.
I’ll take care of you.”
It’s so much worse than that.
But rumors began almost immediately that Draskorans were responsible.”
“That man knows how to drink.” “I know, he never misses my birthday parties,”
Nobody here knows how strange and shattering this feeling is for Whisper.
He’s betraying Father and Hemlock both by wavering on a job like this.
The voice is familiar.
Pretending he deserves to be courted like that.
He can’t fight the tenderness in Julien’s voice.
People don’t rescue Whisper.
Everywhere he touches Julien, he leaves traces of drying blood—but
everything Whisper perceives tastes like Julien.
“Are you coming for my job?”
In a way, he completes his assignments in self-defense as well.
and his future doesn’t belong to him anymore.
Because that’s who Julien is. Considerate. Intelligent. Good. Whisper wishes he didn’t know any of that.
All he knows is that he’ll have far less of himself when he’s done with this job.
who was far, far gentler than Whisper deserves.
but maybe he just cares about his investment.
Whisper wants to carve out another fragile piece of himself and hand it to Julien in return.
“I took this scar for you,” Whisper says. “That’s not a bad thing. I’ll never regret
stealing comfort from Julien’s touch.
“I tried to resist you,” Julien says, his voice penetrating into Whisper’s soul. “I’ve wanted you since the day I first saw you, and the more I know you, the more I want you. Fuck, the sounds you make.”
His arm doesn’t feel like a chain around Whisper’s waist; it’s a shield.
It’s the least loyal sentiment he’s ever voiced about Reo Barnaby.
Lord Gaspard.”
There’s even a strange familiarity to his laughter when Julien greets him.
That’s why the client chose him. That’s why he was forced into a long job, establishing his face at court. The client wants a war between Silaise and Draskora. If Whisper had more time, that motive might be enough to lead him to the client.
