It would all be fine, even if it went to hell, so long as he was here with her.
Aedion touched her shoulder. Welcome home, Aelin.
Behind them, across the hall, the dancers shattered their roses on the floor, and Aedion grinned at his queen as the entire world went to hell.
Her scent hit him. For a second, he could only breathe it deep into his lungs,his Fae instincts roaring that this was his family, this was his queen, this was Aelin. He would have known her even if he...
You survived; I survived. We’re together again. I once begged the gods to let me see you — if only for a moment. To see you and know you’d made it. Just once; that was all I ever hoped for.
She had never contemplated what it would be like--to yield control. And not have it be a weakness, but a freedom.
She was shaking so badly that she tucked her hands into her pockets and clamped her lips together to lock up the words.But they danced in her skull anyway, around and around. You should have gotten D...
Thirty minutes later, Rowan was still staring up at the ceiling, teeth gritted as he calmed the roaring inhis veins that was steadily shredding through his self-control.That gods-damned nightgown.Shit...
He lifted the lavender soap to his hair, and she squeaked.You don’t use that in your hair, she hissed, jolting from her perch to reach for one of the manyhair tonics lining the little shelf above the...
Rowan’s head was still angled as he asked, Your mothers were cousins, Prince, but who siredyou?Aedion lounged in his chair. Does it matter?Do you know? Rowan pressed.Aedion shrugged. She never told me...
You deserve to be happy, he said. And meant it. She deserved the joy he so often glimpsed on her face when Rowan was near—deserved the wicked laughter she shared with Aedion, the comfort and teasing w...