Page 117 of Fall of Ruin and Wrath

“That would be an understatement.” The Prince closed the door. Without touching it.

I swallowed. “You’re different.”

“That’s also an understatement,na’laa.”

Alone with the Prince, I shifted from one foot to the next. “So, why will the morning be an early one? Have you changed your mind and will be leaving to meet your armies at dawn?”

Prince Thorne chuckled. “Don’t fret. I will not be leaving you so soon. Tomorrow I will be meeting with those in Archwood to begin training those who are able and willing to defend their city.”

“Oh,” I whispered, clasping my hands together.

He glanced at me. “You seem unsettled by that.”

“I am. It’s not that I’ve forgotten what is to come. It’s just hearing that makes it more real. And I wasn’t fretting over your absence.” I glanced beyond him, to the doors. I bit down on my lip, inching to the side. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Don’t.”

My gaze flew back to him.

“I would warn against attempting to run,” he advised, walking past me.

“Because you will stop me?”

“Because I will give chase.” He unhooked the straps holding the short sword to his back as he crossed into the bedchamber. “And I will capture you.”

I tensed.

The Prince stopped in the bedchamber, angling his body toward me as he lowered the sword he’d withdrawn. “But perhaps that is what you’d want.” He tossed the sheathed sword onto a chest. “To run. For me to chase.”

An unwanted thrill hit my blood. It was yet further proof of something being very, drastically wrong with me. I swallowed, holding myself still. “I don’t want that.”

One side of his lips quirked up as he unhooked his baldric. “What do you want,na’laa?”

“Not this.”

His laugh was like dark smoke. “What do you thinkthisis?”

“I think I’m to be your own personal cattle.”

A short laugh left him. “My what?”

“You want me so you can easily feed. You said so yourself— ”

“That is not the sole reason,” he cut in. “Your baron wantedareason. I gave him one.”

“Then why?” I stopped myself. His reasons didn’t matter. “I didn’t agree to anything.”

He placed the weapons down, then kicked off his boots, apparently not having a small arsenal to unload this night. “That’s not how I recall it happening.”

“I’m sorry? That’s not how you recall it?” I stared at him in disbelief. “I’m sure I was quite clear.”

“Yes. You were quite clear.” His head tilted. “Just as you were quite clear when you came on my fingers— not once but twice.”

My mouth dropped open as heat flooded my cheeks and lower, deep inside me, where my body clearly knew no shame.

His nostrils flared, his eyes becoming luminous even in the distance, and I knew he sensed that curl of desire.

I gritted my teeth. “I’m not sure what that has to do with this arrangement you insist upon.”