“I’m sure I have no idea what you are talking about PRINCESS.” He tilted his head and half curtseyed when he said the last word. “That! That is what I am talking about. Since we ran into the others you… — B.C. Morin Copy Share Image
“Double Sword Tavern.” Tristan said, reading out loud. “Sounds charming and inviting.” — B.C. Morin Copy Share Image
“He put his forehead against hers. “Alannah, my heart is yours.” He said softly. “And yet, I must hand it over to someone else… — B.C. Morin Copy Share
“I’m sure I have no idea what you are talking about PRINCESS.” He tilted his head and half curtseyed when he said the last… — B.C. Morin Copy Share
“Well, how do we get out of this place?” Evyette’s voice shaking slightly. “We can’t.” If Kaleb felt any hopelessness he wasn’t conveying it.… — B.C. Morin Copy Share
“Alannah?” He held her limp body waiting for a response. “Don’t do this.” He put his hand over the other cut whispering his words… — B.C. Morin Copy Share
“My father will find you and kill you for what you have done.” She said to him solemnly. Maligo towered over her, a leering… — B.C. Morin Copy Share
“Alessa looked at Brennus giving him a smirk. “Brennus.” “Alessa.” “Still think that you are the God’s gift to all faeries?” “Still trying to… — B.C. Morin Copy Share
“Double Sword Tavern.” Tristan said, reading out loud. “Sounds charming and inviting.” — B.C. Morin Copy Share
“She reached for the hilt of her sword, but like a flash he drew the dagger that was at his waist and held it… — B.C. Morin Copy Share
“She sprinted after him, grabbing him by the shoulder just as she caught up. “I … I am sorry.” He let out a deep… — B.C. Morin Copy Share
“I still want to feel you against me.” Her gaze dropped to his hands. “I want you to stay with me. Hold me. Just… — B.C. Morin Copy Share
“Alannah took a step back. “Brennus, are you intoxicated?” “I am King Brennus. I do not become intoxicated. I am intoxicating.” Alannah let out… — B.C. Morin Copy Share
“What are you doing, Evy?” “Stopping you from keeping all your emotions to yourself.” She released his hand, pushing it down. “Talk to me.”… — B.C. Morin Copy Share
