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A Painted House Any Duchess Will Do (Spindle Cove #4)

I stiffened as he came back, dangling the torture equipment just like Cut had with the Scold’s Bridle.

After a time, my existential crisis is put on hold by more pressing concerns of the flesh. Namely, my growing need to relieve myself. I've been loath to use the pot they provided, with guards watching my every move, but eventually the urgency of my need trumps my modesty. So I pull the pan as far away from Marco as I can and do my best not to make a mess of myself. It's not a pleasant experience, made worse so by the clearing of a throat.I'm just finishing up when I hear something tap the bars, and I nearly kick the pot over. A man stands at my cell door.

Until November (Until #1)

Only the light of flickering orbs illuminates this corner of hell soaked in darkness, but even without seeing his face I know who stands there. Will he really be the last person I see before I die? Lovely. "Hello, Levi."The Prince of Envy smirks. "Princess Arianna, how low the mighty fall. Fancied yourself queen of everything, did you? But here you are, no better than sewer vermin, and smelling much the same." He wrinkles his nose.I glare at him. "I seem to have misplaced my perfumes."

Linger (The Wolves of Mercy Falls #2)

He chuckles. "I must admit I respect your spirit. You have a way about you that attracts admirers from all walks of life. You might have even made a great queen, had fates turned out differently.""What do you want, Levi? I'm busy."

He scowls. "Of course, I mustn't take up too much of the lady's precious time. After all, you have only a few hours remaining of your life. How does it feel, knowing you're about to die? Your tiny mortal life snuffed out in just a few short years? And no mum here to trade her soul for yours."

I'd forgotten that this all started when I died once before. How odd that I'm about to face for a second time something most only ever face once.Then do not turn away a tactical advantage.

In return for safety under your roof, I am prepared to tell you everything I know about the Band of Bastards. Where they spend the daylight hours. What their patterns are. Where they meet during the night. How they think and fight. Surely that is worth the use of a bed.Paradise couldn’t stand it. She had to see who it was.

The Darkangel (Darkangel Trilogy #1)

Inching out, she curled her body around the archway and looked past her father’s stiff shoulders. Her first thought was that the male’s leathers and ragged button-down shirt did not match his intonation. Her second was that his eyes were bruised, they were so tired.He did indeed appear to have come from the war’s front lines, something sickly sweet staining the air that brushed by his body as it entered the house.

The male noticed her immediately, and his face registered something that he quickly hid.Her father glanced over his shoulder and shot her a glare. Paradise, he hissed.

I can understand why you hesitate, the male said, his eyes never leaving hers. Indeed, she is precious.Her father turned back around. You must go.

The male dropped down to one knee and bowed his head, putting one hand over his heart and lifting the other, open palmed, up to the heavens.In the Old Language, he said softly, I hereby swear upon our common ancestry that I shall bring no harm to you, your blooded daughter, or any living thing within these walls—or may the Scribe Virgin cut my life off afore your very eyes.

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