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624 pages, Paperback
First published October 10, 2023
Resentment was pointless. It was more than pointless. Resentment was poison.
“As a scholar once said, the only difference between a poison and a remedy is the dose. The deadliest poison is not fatal in a single grain, and milk or water can be lethal if you consume too much of it.”
“Power is an illusion. Power exists because we believe it does. Kings and Queens—and yes, Princes—have power because we grant it to them.”
"A sword–catcher does not show weakness. A sword–catcher is the strength of the Prince, his shield and armor."
He [Conor] slanted his mouth over hers fiercely, parting her lips with a hard flick of his tongue. She twisted away from him—or meant to. Somehow he had pulled her against him and she clawed at his shoulders, digging her fringertips in. He groaned as she clung to him, almost tearing the material of his jacket, and it was not simple hatred she felt, it was betrayal. She had liked him, that night he had been whipped. She had been unguarded. And then, tonight, he had been like this.
His right hand was in her hair now, fingers tangled in its thickness. He kissed her and kissed her, as if he could draw breath out of her and into his own lungs.
She bit his lower lip, hard, tasted blood, salt on her tongue.
Arched up against him, into the sharp ache that was suddenly all she wanted. His free hand stroked along her throat, his fingers finding the edge of her dress' neckline, where her breasts rose to press against the material. She heard his breath catch and was not prepared for the piercing ache of desire that shot through her. She had never felt anything like it.
Can forbidden love bring down a kingdom?