Vane’s lips tightened to suppress a smile. “Why so hostile, love?” “You whacked me on the head with a ball!” “You deserved it.
I caught his hand. “What do you want me to do?” Leaning down, he kissed the pulse beating on my neck just above the damaged skin. “Tomorrow, I need you to die.
Everybody is equally weak on the inside, just that some present their ruins as new castles and become kings –
He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face.