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“I feel like I've said this a hundred times, but it needs to be said again. There's something wrong with you.' He lifted his shoulder in a half-shrug. 'Some believe there's something wrong with all of us, and I tend to believe that.' 'I didn't realise you were so philosophical.' I glanced at the knife on the floor while he emptied the basin into a bucket. There was no way he'd forgotten that I had it, or that it lay there now. Was he waiting to see what I would do? 'There's a lot you don't realise about me,' he replied...”

“You don't deserve that. You don't deserve everything that I've laid at your feet, and you sure as hell don't deserve the fact that I'm still trying to hold onto you. That when it comes time for you to leave, I'm still going to want you. Even when you inevitably do leave, I'll still want you.”

“Kieran?' He looked at me. 'Please... please try to be careful.' He lifted his brows. 'Are you worried about me?' Crossing my arms, I nodded. 'Don't be nice to me,' he replied, and I sensed amusement from him. 'It weirds me out.' 'Sorry.' He smiled then as he walked to where I stood. 'You don't sound remotely sorry.' I grinned at him. 'Do me a favour,' Kieran said, looking down at me. 'Protect your Prince, Poppy.”

“My mouth dropped open. 'You're naked!' 'I am,' Kieran replied. And he was. Like completely naked, and I saw way too much tawny-hued skin. Way too much. I quickly spun around, my wide eyes clashing with Casteel's. 'You should see your face right now,' Casteel gripped the arrow in his stomach. 'It looks like you've been sunbathing.' 'Because he's naked,' I hissed. 'Like, super naked.' 'What do you think happens when he shifts forms?' 'The last time his pants actually stayed on!' 'And sometimes they don't.' Casteel shrugged. 'Those pants were looser, I suppose,' Kieran stated. 'There's no need to be embarrassed. It's only skin.' What I saw was not only skin. He was... well, his body was a lot like Casteel's. Lean, hard muscle and... I wasn't going to think about what I saw. At a loss for what to say, I blurted out in a whisper. 'He has to be cold!' 'Wolven body temperatures run higher than normal. I'm just a little chilled,' Kieran commented. 'As I'm sure you noticed.' Casteel smirked. 'I doubt she knows what you're referencing.' I inhaled deeply through my nose and exhaled slowly. 'I know exactly what you're referencing, thank you very much!' 'How do you know that?' Casteel lifted his brows, and I noticed that his pupils seemed to have returned to their normal size. 'If you know what that means, than someone has been very naughty.”

“Would you like to return to your room, Penellaphe?' Pulled from my thoughts, it took me a moment to respond. 'You mean my cell?' 'It's far more comfortable and not nearly as drafty as the dungeon,' he replied. 'A cell is a cell, no matter how comfortable it is,' I told him. 'I'm fairly certain this is the same conversation we had earlier,' Casteel commented. My gaze swivelled to Casteel. 'I'm fairly certain I don't care.' 'I'm also sure that we came to the conclusion that you have never been free, Princess,' Casteel tacked on. The truth of those words was still as brutal as it was when they had first been spoken. 'I don't believe you would even recognise freedom if it were ever offered to you.' 'I know enough to know that's not what you're offering,' I shot back, fury returning in a hot, welcoming wave, warming my too-cold skin.”

“He does seem quite taken with you.' ... 'I think he's far more taken with himself.' A loud laugh burst from the elemental. 'I think I can now be counted as one of those taken with you.' My cheeks flushed, burning even deeper when Kieran said, 'I would advise against saying that in front of Casteel.' 'I like my head attached to my body, and my heart in my chest, the elemental responded. 'I have no plans to repeat that.”

“Kieran had finally, after about ten years, finished cutting up his food. 'May I have that? If you're done, that is? I'm not sure, but the last piece is a little thicker than the rest of the pieces.' Slowly, he looked over at me. 'Would you like me to cut your food for you?' 'Would you like me to knock you off this bench?' He chuckled deeply. 'Cas is right. You are incredibly violent.' 'No, I'm not.' I pointed my fork at him. 'I'm just not a child. I don't need someone else cutting my meat.' 'Uh-huh.' He handed the knife over, and I took it before he could change his mind.”

“Nothing lives forever. Anything can be killed if you try hard enough.' Overly proud of myself, I stabbed another piece of meat. 'I suppose.' 'But no matter how hard you try with that knife you just swiped,' he said, and my eyes widened, 'you will not be able t kill Cas with it.' My head swung in his direction. 'I'm not planning to kill him with it.' 'I would hope not.' He looked at me from the corner of his eye. 'It would probably only further endear you to him.' I gave a small shake of my head. 'I'm going to ignore that incredibly disturbing possibility.' 'Ignoring something doesn't make it less true, Penellaphe.”

“Were you injured?' 'Would you fret with worry if I was?' The corners of my lips turned down. No? Yes? 'Not particularly.' 'Ouch.' He pressed a hand to his chest. 'You wound me yet again.' 'He's not wounded,' Kieran answered. 'At least, not physically. Emotionally, I believed you left him shredded.' I rolled my eyes. 'Then why ask if he's okay if he's not hurt?' Kieran started to reply, but Casteel beat him to it. 'He's a worrywart. Constantly fearing that I've been injured or that I've overexerted myself. Wanting to know if I've gotten eight hours of rest and eaten three square meals a day.' 'Yeah, that's exactly it,' Kieran replied drolly.”

“Please don't fight atop the horse,' Delano called out from somewhere behind us. 'None of us wish to watch Setti trample either of you.' 'Speak for yourself,' came Kieran's droll voice. Casteel straightened behind me. 'Don't worry. Neither of us will fall. It was just a love tap.' 'That did not look like a love tap,' Naill commented. 'That's because it was a very passionate one,' Casteel replied. 'You're about to get a love tap to your face,' I uttered under my breath. Casteel curled his arm more firmly around my waist as he laughed. 'There's the vicious little creature. I missed her.' 'Whatever,' I grumbled.”

“You took out the mouthy one?' I nodded as Casteel cursed when the arrow he'd been pulling on most likely got stuck on something important. Like an organ. 'With your dagger?' Kieran sounded impressed. 'That and my sparkling personality.' The wolven snorted. 'It was probably the latter than did him in.”

“He raised an eyebrow at me. 'You plan to use that?' 'Why does everyone think I'm going to stab them when I pick up anything that's not blunt?' 'Well,' Kieran replied blandly, 'you do have a habit of doing exactly that.' I started to argue but quickly realised that, unfortunately, he had a point. 'Only when it's deserved.' I placed the dagger on the small wooden table. 'And it's not my fault that some of you deserve to be stabbed. Repeatedly.”

“Do I even want to know why you just hit Kieran?' Casteel asked as he rejoined us. Kieran's eyes lit as he opened his mouth- 'No,' I jumped in, shooting Kieran a look that promised death if he spoke as Casteel came to stand beside me. 'You do not.' Grinning, Kieran backed up. 'When has she ever needed a reason to be violent.' 'Good point.' Casteel glanced down at me, one side of his lips quirking. The damn dimple winked into existence. 'I guess I should be grateful that she didn't stab you.' 'There's always later,' I muttered. A throaty, feminine laugh snapped my head around. 'You're right, Kieran. I like her.”

“Then I guess it would be repetitive of me to tell you how much you're turning me on now?' 'That and how incredibly disturbing it is.' He smiled up at me, his eyes twin golden flames. 'I do so prefer hand-to-hand combat with you,' he said, catching my other wrist when I swung my fist down. 'I like how close it brings us, Princess.' I shrieked my frustration- my irritation- at him. At myself. 'There is something so wrong with you!' 'Probably, but you know what?' He lifted his head off the ground. 'That's the part you like the most.”

“I had no control over where I went, who I spoke to or could speak with. I was veiled, unable to even look someone in the eye if they were allowed to speak with me. I didn't get to choose what I ate, when I left my chambers, or who was allowed to even touch me. But he was the first thing I'd ever truly chosen for myself.”

“They cannot have what they want,' Casteel snarled as his gaze shot to mine. 'Ever.' I stilled as he held my gaze. There was a vow in his words, one that spoke volumes- one that said he knew where my thoughts had gone. 'They're here for me,' I said, holding his stare and willing him to hear what I couldn't say in front of others. 'We can't risk-' 'Yes, we can,' he cut me off, eyes burning an intense yellow. 'And, yes, I will. They cannot have you.”

“I thought... I thought I heard you calling my name,' The crease between his brows deepened. 'Screaming for help.' Letting go of his sword, he ran a hand through his nearly white-blond hair. 'It must've been the wind.' 'Or your guilty conscience.' 'Probably the wind.' I started toward him. There it was, a flash of a grin. 'Sorry to interrupt.' 'Interrupt what? I'm stuck in this room. What could-?' I shrieked as the door closed and locked. 'Now I am yelling!' 'It's the wind,' he yelled back through the door.”

“I should be here with you,' Kieran stepped closer to Casteel. 'My duty is to defend your life with mine. That is what I'm bonded to do, the oath I took. How can I do that running away from the battle?' His voice lowered. 'Don't do this, Cas.' ... 'You took an oath to protect me, and you will,' Casteel said. 'You're not running away from the battle. You will be keeping safe what is most important to me, and that is Poppy.' I jolted. 'Wait. What?' 'You will leave with them. It will be hard,' he said, still holding Kieran's gaze. 'There will be no breaks, and you will need to listen to everything Kieran tells you, especially when it's night in the mountains, but-' 'I'm not leaving,' I cut him off. 'You can't be here,' Casteel replied. 'Not when they come. This is not up for discussion.' I shot to my feet. 'Let me make one thing clear. I don't know if you realise this or not, Casteel, but I'm not duty-bound to obey a single thing you say.' Casteel stiffened. 'And maybe you should actually look at me when you try to order me to do things,' I tacked on. He turned to me, his head cocked. 'I'm looking at you now.' 'But are you listening?' 'Oh, man,' Delano murmured under his breath as the rest of the room went dead silent. 'Someone is getting stabbed again.' Someone, I think it was Jasper, snorted. 'Oh, I'm listening,' Casteel replied. 'Maybe you should try that. Along with this thing called common sense.' 'Definitely getting stabbed,' Kieran confirmed.”

“I was a little angry.' Casteel arched a brow as he glanced at me. 'A little?' I narrowed my eyes. 'Okay, I was very angry.' 'I didn't know that,' Alastir said from behind the rim of his cup. 'Obviously, Casteel takes after his father when it comes to women with sharp objects,' Jasper commented with a snort. 'I feel like I'm missing some vital information that Delano conveniently left out when he met me halfway.' I frowned, but at least I knew where Delano had been. 'You stabbed Casteel?' Jasper repeated. 'In the heart? With bloodstone? And you thought it would kill him?' 'In my defence, I felt bad afterward.' 'She did cry,' Casteel remarked. I was going to stab him again.”

“It's official,' Casteel said, watching Emil as he stopped to speak to one of the Guardians. 'I'm going to have to kill him.' My head whipped in his direction. 'What? Why?' 'I don't like the way he looks at you.' Confused, I glanced back to where Emil was walking toward the stairwell. 'How does he look at me?' His hand was a scalding brand on my hip, even through the layers of clothing. 'He looks at you like I do.' My brows lifted. 'That's not true. You look at me like...' Those heated amber eyes met mine. 'How do I look at you, Princess?' 'You look at me like...' I cleared my throat. 'Like you want to eat me.' Casteel's eyes narrowed into thin slits as his gaze return to Emil. 'Exactly, he snarled.”

“You're an absolutely stunning, murderous little creature,' he murmured. 'There'll be time for all the sweet whispers later,' Jasper said, and when Casteel pulled back, there was a fire in his eyes. 'You do look quite lovely, Penellaphe.' 'Thank you,' I said. 'What about me?' Casteel asked, and behind him, Naill sighed. 'You look passable.' 'That was rude,' he replied. 'Would you like to go sit in the shade and nurse your wounded feelings? Like you did when you were young and inevitably injured yourself doing something incredibly stupid?' Casteel's brows lowered as he looked over at Jasper. 'This marriage ceremony is starting off in a really weird way.”