“Does that mean you’re going to kiss me or not?” Her feet stomped across the wooden floor, closing the distance between us until her lips met mine. I’d been struck my cannon fire. I’d fallen face-first into a bed of hot coals. I’d been burned at the stake. I’d lived and died for centuries, but never in my life had I felt a fire like this. I swore I felt my absent heart beat for the first time since the Queen had stolen it from me.
