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October 10 - October 13, 2022
She pushes back her hood, and I’m momentarily stunned as it falls past her hair. She’s…gorgeous. The kind of beauty that knocks a grown man to his knees. The kind a kingdom would worship.
She pushes back her hood, and I’m momentarily stunned as it falls past her hair. She’s…gorgeous. The kind of beauty that knocks a grown man to his knees. The kind a kingdom would worship.
“That’s right, Little Sparrow. It’s the man you almost married. Have you missed me?”
“That’s right, Little Sparrow. It’s the man you almost married. Have you missed me?”
I want to kiss him. Even if I’m not sure how. His hand slides beneath my chin, and my palms grow damp. He leans in so very, very close. “I just hope you don’t fly away,” he whispers.
I want to kiss him. Even if I’m not sure how. His hand slides beneath my chin, and my palms grow damp. He leans in so very, very close. “I just hope you don’t fly away,” he whispers.
Braizen winks at me before stalking ahead, and the swirls return to my stomach. Though I fear this time they might not ever leave.
If she can’t touch my skin, I won’t give her the satisfaction of getting underneath it.
“Speak like that to her again, and I’ll cut out your tongue,” he says in a low growl.
“Wounds from a fight are just reminders,” he answers coolly. “Reminders that we care enough about something to fight for it.”
Perhaps a stare can be more deadly than a touch.
I’m on my feet before I can finish the thought. I trek beyond the square, where night swallows the trees. The moon casts silver rays that light the path. Ahead, within the protection of the orbs’ light, a small cliff overlooks a gorge. I sense in my heart that she’s there. I follow this familiar feeling, hoping it will lead me to her again.
“I hate that I have to hate you.”
When her back is to me, I realize my heart is racing, and for a second, I could swear it beats in unison with her song.
Though she may be Verdanian, she is not made of ice. No, she is a fire. An unholy, consuming flame that is setting every inch of me ablaze.
“My fate has already been chosen for me, Idalia. The day I laid eyes on you, it was sealed, and I was yours. Wholly and true. I don’t need to touch you to know that I love—” His hand drops to his side, and he lets out a shaky laugh.
