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416 pages, Hardcover
First published September 12, 2023
“We keep meeting under the strangest circumstances,� he noted. “I’m beginning to think fate is afoot.�
“Fate?� I laughed. “You believe in fate?�
“You don’t?�
“Hold still.�
“I am holding still, but . . . you’re on your knees, your fingers are near my dick, and you’re currently gloriously nude, so . . .�
Undoing the final button, I rolled my eyes. “You can’t even stand on your own two feet and you’re currently regrowing eyeballs. The last thing you need to be thinking about is me on my knees, your dick, or my nudity.�
“I’ve regrown my eyes, Բ’l.�
My chin jerked up.
�’l?�
I stopped as something . . . something like hope swelled inside me. Hope for what? I really couldn’t say as I looked over my shoulder at him.
The Lord stood with his back to me, shoulders a tense straight line. “Be careful.�
I connected with him, and my intuition came alive, showing me the future� the excruciating crack of bone in my right arm, then my left. The phantom pain traveled to my throat. I felt it all.
His death.
And I . . . I smiled.
Dz’t.�
My gaze flew back to him.
“I would warn against attempting to run,� he advised, walking past me.
“Because you will stop me?�
“Because I will give chase.� He unhooked the straps holding the short sword to his back as he crossed into the bedchamber. “And I will capture you.�
My senses opened to him. I saw nothing in his eyes or in my mind.
But I felt something.
A warning.
A reckoning.
A promise of what was to come.
And I knew.
“Apologies, my pet. I do get a bit animated when I speak. Got it from my mother.�
“� Pet�?� Prince Thorne queried softly.
The back of my neck tingled, and it had nothing to do with intuition.
I froze. Tiny hairs lifted along the nape of my neck as the air thickened and the flames stilled. That mouth of mine had surely gotten me in trouble this time.
But Prince Thorne . . . he smiled.
My stomach dipped.
The smile he bestowed was not tight or cold. It was wide and real, showing a hint of teeth and softening the icy, unreal beauty of his features.
“Do you finally think of me as a monster?�
I closed my eyes.
“You should,� he said softly. “The blood that is on my hands will never wash off. I wouldn’t even attempt to do so.�