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If he didn’t discover her secrets and kill her, she just might live long enough to see him die.
“I can’t resist a lady’s tears. Completely helpless against them. It’s embarrassing, really.”
“I see I have your attention.” “You always have my attention.”
“It’s a terrible truth that the people closest to us are the ones with the greatest ability to hurt us.”
“There is an unrivaled peace in a library. Surrounded by words, but enfolded in silence. Knowing that stories lie dormant on the shelves, but a little time with you and they would come alive.”
“We expect writers to give us everything, but sometimes it’s up to the reader to look a little deeper. And if you don’t . . . well, you might miss something wonderful.”
It would be a shame if we had more compassion and understanding for a fictional character than we do for those closest to us.”
Ford’s eyes danced. “I’m pretty sure I like you.”
“I don’t think I have the power to break her heart. She never gave it to me.”
“Did you give your heart to her?” He snorted, trying to breathe past the sudden pang in his chest. “No.” The red-haired harpy had stolen it.
“I have a feeling you get on Carver’s nerves.” The corner of his mouth lifted. “I do.”
“Your sister isn’t a gossip,” Argent said, stooping to pick up Carver’s fallen practice sword. “She’s just informed.”
The afternoon passed as the general and the rebel sparred, and the prince of the empire watched.
Samul
