“The cuff, unmistakably, was the twin to the one Damen wore, altered last night by a blacksmith for Laurent’s finer wrist. Damen… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“Last night, in the evening darkness of the tent, he had pulled this gift from his packs and looked down at it,… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“It’s what I came here last night to say. I’m going to take care of it.’ ‘Promise me,’ Damen heard himself say.… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“Laurent said, ‘The soldiers in Kastor’s army are trained in massage?’ ‘No,’ said Damen. ‘But I think the rudiments are easy to… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“You’re his lover,’ said Jord. ‘I was.’ He owed Jord the truth. ‘We . . . it was the first time. Last night.’ ‘So you… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“The events of last night, endlessly complicated in the candlelit privacy of Laurent’s bedchamber, had resolved into a single, blissful fact this… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“You’re his lover,’ said Jord. ‘I was.’ He owed Jord the truth. ‘We . . . it was the first time. Last night.’ ‘So you… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“Your inclination appears to be much as it was last night.’ Damen found himself saying, ‘You talk the same in bed,’ and… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“I told him I was a slave, and he pretended to believe me. I kissed him on the battlements. He had his… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“He lifted his hand to brush Laurent’s cheek, smiling. He was opening his eyes. ‘Damen,’ said Laurent. Damen’s heart moved in his… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“Not everyone could have the blissful equanimity of Lamen, who seemed to pay the Prince no deference of rank, a piece of very good… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“The ache of loss didn’t make sense, because Laurent had never been his. He had known that. The delicate thing that had grown between… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“His hands slid impotently down Laurent’s tight-laced clothing. Beneath him, Laurent’s kisses were all open-mouthed. Desire flamed, painful and bright. It” — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“He let his lips form a half-smile. ‘You aren’t going to offer me one of your gaudy Veretian handkerchiefs?’ ‘You could use the clothing… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“My uncle plans everything,’ said Laurent, as though reading Damen’s thoughts. ‘He plans for victory and he plans for defeat. It was you who… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“You want to hear the truth about my uncle? I’ll tell you,’ said Laurent, a new light in his eyes. ‘I’ll tell you what… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“Instead of leaning in, Damen took Laurent’s hand, brought it towards himself, and kissed his palm, once.” — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“Laurent, he realised, had guarded his solitude for him. And his people, fearing the fierce, strange foreign prince, had done as Laurent ordered, and… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“Stirring drowsily, Laurent shifted a fraction closer and made a soft, unthinking sound of pleasure that Damen was going to remember for the rest… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“You are too quick to pledge yourself to me.’ He felt the hard, bright edges of the pin in his fist. ‘You are my… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
