gold.
Icy rage, pure and undiluted, tore through
Dorian as Manon now stood before the Valg
king. “Or maybe this form, beautiful beyond
all reckoning.” She peered down at herself,
smiling. “Was she your intended queen when
this war was over, the Wing Leader? Or
merely a prize breeding mare?”
Erawan’s nostrils flared, and Dorian
focused upon his breathing, on the stones
beneath him, anything to keep his magic from
erupting at the desire—true desire—that
tightened Erawan’s face.
But if it got Maeve inside that tower—
Erawan blinked, and that desire winked
out. “You are my brother’s wife,” he said. “No
matter whose skin you wear. Should you need
release, I’ll send someone to your chambers.”
With that, he shut the door. And did not
emerge again.
lily
(lily)
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