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“Am I unaware of a new recruitment policy where half-dressed ladies in cloaks are now needed on the Rise?' he asked. 'Are we that desperately in need of protection?' Anger hit my blood like wildfire. 'Desperate? Why would my presence on the Rise signal desperation when, as you've seen, I know how to use a bow? Oh, wait. Is it because I happen to have breasts?' 'I've known women with far less beautiful breasts that could cut a man down without so much as blinking an eye,' he said. 'But none of those women are here in Masadonia.”

“I'm sure it was one of the most important things to have happened to you in a long time.' My eyes narrowed. 'You have an over-inflated sense of involvement in my life if you really think that.' 'I think I have a good grasp on just how much of a role I play in your life.' 'Doubtful,' I parroted back. 'I do wonder if you actually believe half the lies you tell.' Tawny's gaze snapped back and forth between us. 'I am not lying, thank you very much.' He smiled, showing off the dimple in his right cheek. 'Whatever you need to tell yourself, Princess.' 'Don't call me that!' I stomped my foot. Hawke lifted an eyebrow. 'Did that make you feel good?' 'Yes! Because the only other option is to kick you.' 'So violent,' he chuckled.”

“You shouldn't be in here.' 'I'm your personal guard,' he replied. 'I can be wherever I feel I am needed to keep you safe.' 'And what do you think you need to protect me from in here?' I demanded, looking around. 'An unruly bedpost I might stub my toe on? Oh, wait, are you worried I might faint? I know how good you are at handling such emergencies.' 'You do look a little pale,' he replied. 'My ability to catch frail, delicate females may come in handy.”

“Penellaphe and I do not to speak,' he said, his gaze never leaving mine. 'I can assure you that she is safe with me, and I'm sure that whatever I'm about to discuss with her, she'll tell you all about it later.' Tawny crossed her arms. 'Yes, she will, but that's not nearly as entertaining as witnessing it.”

“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...”

“He exhaled heavily. "I don't think I've told you this. I didn't get the chance yet. When you asked me to kiss you under the willow? Deep down, I knew then that I would give you anything you asked for. I still will. Whatever you want," he promised roughly, his fingers tangling in my hair. "You can have it. Anything. Everything. You can have it all. I will make sure of it.”

“Casteel's head snapped down, his eyes feral and lost as they'd been the morning he woke from the nightmare. He caught one of the roots as it fell over my stomach and stared at it for a moment before he broke it, tossing it aside. "I cannot let you go. I won't. Not now. Not ever." His hand moved to my cheek, but I barely felt it. "Kieran, I need you to pull the bolt out. I— I can't—" His voice shattered. "I need you. I can't do that." "You're going to..." Kieran rocked forward. "Fuck. Yeah. Okay." He tore through the roots. "Let's do this.”

“When you call me Cas, it reminds me that I'm real." "Cas," I whispered, blinking back tears. "Don't," he pleaded softly. "Don't cry." "I'm sorry. It's just that I want..." Gods, there was so much I wanted for him. I wanted him to never have experienced any of that, but I couldn't undo the past. "I want you to know that you are always Cas. You were never a thing, and you aren't one now." I rose, easing him onto his back. The buttery light of the gas lamp flowed over the striking lines of his face. "You are Casteel Hawkethrone Da'Neer. A son. A brother. A friend. A husband." I leaned over him, and there was no mistaking the deepening of the color in his eyes as his gaze dropped to my breasts. Clasping his cheek, I guided his gaze back to mine. "You are a King. My King. And you will always be my everything, but never will you be a thing.”

“Our relationship was never one of raw need. That doesn't mean I cared any less about her, but it wasn't like this. There was no constant need to be inside her in every way imaginable, and even ways not yet thought of. I never found myself constantly hungering, and I believe you need that to find yourself exploring those things with someone you're commited to," he said, and my breaths became shorter and shallower. "I never had what I have with you with her, Poppy.”

“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.”

“In the deep spring when the grass was green on fields and foothills, when the lupines and poppies made a splendid blue and gold earth, when the great trees awakened in yellow-green young leaves, then there was no more lovely place in the world. It was no beauty you could ignore by being used to it. It caught you in the throat in the morning and made a pain of pleasure in the pit of your stomach when the sun went down over it.”

“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.”

“I smiled. 'I win.' 'It's not about winning, Poppy.' 'It's not?' I lowered the dagger, stepping back. 'It's about surviving.' 'Isn't that winning, though?' He shot me a sidelong glance as he dragged his arm over his forehead. 'I suppose you can look at it that way, but it's never a game.' 'I know that.' ... 'But if it were a game, I still would've won.”

“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.”