Death... Death always found a way in.
Grinning, Kieran backed up. “When has she ever needed a reason to be violent?” “Good point.” Casteel glanced down at me, one side of his lips quirking. The damn dimple winked into existence. “I guess I should be grateful that she didn’t stab you.” “There’s always later,” I muttered.
The next time I saw Casteel, I was going to shove the stupid knife so far into his chest, he would have to dig it out.
There was a sudden pain in my chest that felt as if someone had shoved a dagger through me. I looked down because it felt too real, but there was no blade, no bloody wound that equaled the agony radiating through me. When.
I believe he slipped and fell upon my blade.” “Was it his throat that fell upon your blade?” “Odd, right?” “Odd, indeed.” Ezra tilted her head to the side as she stared blankly at me. “That happens quite often around you.” “Unfortunately.” I arched a brow at my stepsister. “Men with careless fists should be more mindful of where they step.
There are a few things more peaceful than being out in the snow.
But we will have that conversation later,” he promised, thrusting the sword into my hand. “Make me feel incompetent and kill more than me, Princess.
You should’ve thought about that before you picked up that whip,” the Primal growled. “And touched what is mine.” What is mine? Another laugh tickled the back of my throat. Now he claimed me?
Let’s make a deal that we don’t borrow tomorrow’s problems today.” Tomorrow always came soon enough, but I nodded. Because in the same breath, tomorrow wasn’t today’s problem.
My first. My guard. My friend. My betrayer. My partner. My husband. My heartmate. My everything. Casteel Da’Neer.
But he’s the one thing in all the kingdoms that you, and only you, never have to fear.
Change can be good just as much as it can be bad.
I have a lot of questions,” I announced the moment Casteel ushered me back into our room, and King Valyn left. “Not a single person in the entirety of either kingdom would be surprised by that,” Kieran stated as he closed the veranda doors behind him. “Not even remotely.
To speak her name is to bring the stars from the skies and topple the mountains into the sea.
I will bathe in your blood and feast on your entrails.” Fear threatened to take root, but I couldn’t cave to it. “That sounds delightful.
Don’t forget what he means to me, Poppy. I’ve known him my whole damn life,” he said. “We shared the same crib more times than not. We took our first steps together. Sat at the same table most nights, refusing to eat the same vegetables We explored tunnels and lakes, pretended that fields were new, undiscovered kingdoms. We were inseparable. And that didn’t change as we grew older.” His voice roughened, and he dropped his forehead to mind. “He was and still is a part of me.
From blood and ash... we have risen!
And if we stopped believing people were capable of change, then the world might as well be left to burn.
How you’ve spoken to me doesn’t bother me. I’m not insecure enough to care about the opinions of little men.
I’m hoping that hawk returns, and instead of snatching up poor helpless animals and children, it grabs you.