The Six Deaths of the Saint (Into Shadow, #3)

by Alix E. Harrow

Your squire watched you carefully. His eyes landed on every pink scar, every old injury that still ached. “Is this love?” he asked softly.

Gwynne’s voice cut through yours, his brow still resting heavily on your forehead. “I would rather love a coward than mourn a legend.”

He doesn’t move or speak, but he doesn’t need to. I know his desires by the pace of his breath and the tilt of his shoulders, by the shape of his jaw and the heat of his gaze. I know him, and in knowing him I love him, and in loving him I cannot do as he wishes.