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“Pretty face or not, he’s still a man, Tipp.� “So?� “So,� Kiva said, “most men are pigs.�
People—especially men—could react poorly if they thought their intelligence was being criticized.
So you’re right, you don’t need me fighting your battles.� He moved a step closer, his tone husky as he finished, “But . . . if you’ll let me, I’d like to be standing beside you as you fight them.�
Mother is dead. I’m on my way to Vallenia. It’s time to reclaim our kingdom.
WHAT THE FUCK
And as Kiva combed her fingers through Tipp’s hair, the boy still fast asleep on her lap, she glanced up to meet Jaren’s blue-gold eyes once more, his gaze impossibly soft. She smiled shyly back, offering no indication as to who he was leading to his city . . . who he was welcoming into his home. Kiva Meridan. Born as Kiva Corentine. The Rebel Queen may have perished at Zalindov, but her daughter was alive and well, and free of Zalindov after ten long years. The Rebel Princess was finally ready to rise. Enjoyed this book?
