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“You know, I really shouldn’t be anywhere near you.” “Then maybe you should let me go,” I said evenly. “It would seem that I have to.”
“Did the spider steal your shirt?” “Most women wouldn’t complain.” “I see the breaking of your throne hasn’t damaged your ego.”
But my thoughts about Ava were their own kind of madness, and she’d already rendered me senseless.
“Torin,” I said, “you are getting in this tub with me.” He glanced at me over his shoulder, his expression unreadable. “I…what?” “That took over twenty minutes. I’m not filling it again. And I’m not dealing with the guilt of taking the only bath. We were both tortured in the cells. We’ll both take a bath, facing in opposite directions.”
His eyes danced. “If you really want to see me naked, changeling, you could just ask.” “It’s not like that.” I closed my eyes. “We will each face the opposite direction. I’ll face left, you right. It’s only practical.” “Whatever you want, changeling.”
“Slowly, little demon.”
She raised one of her hands. “Morgant, have the servants bring us food and ambrosia.” She turned back to me and rested her elbows on the table, her chin propped in her hands. It seemed a very casual posture for a brutal queen. I licked my lips. I had no idea what ambrosia was, but my mouth was already watering.
“In Faerie, I will freeze anyone that I love, Ava. I will kill anyone that I love. That’s what Queen Mab cursed me with. And that’s why you can’t come with me, my changeling.”
“I would tear my own kingdom apart for you if it meant we could be together.” He pressed his mouth against mine in a devouring kiss.
As I raced toward the castle, I spied a figure with black wings like a moth’s. My world tilted. Ava, my love, what the fuck are you doing?
