Kindle Notes & Highlights
Alexandru lifted a hand to my face. The festival receded, the bells and stone songs and my nervousness and all the human chatter receded. I felt his fingertips skim the curve of my cheek, glance the powdered coils of my hair. An energy hit me, his energy, waves of swooning power floating through my veins, and it felt so splendid and so right I thought I might never move again. I smelled orange and spices and him. His next words reached me soft as silk. “Are we still to be wed, Honor Carlisle?” “I don’t know,” I whispered, unable to look away. “I haven’t told me.” His smile again, that subtle
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