FIONA
“Say the words, Fiona.”
It was a command wrapped in the velvet and danger of his voice and the low timbre of it coiled around my spine and stroked against something deep, somewhere reckless and throbbing in my core.
I swallowed.
We stood in the middle of the room where Ethan and the council made some of the decisions that shaped the very essence of the kingdom. Two slightly insane people hovering on the edge of a cliff, staring down a vast and irreversible canyon. He still had my hair wrapped around his hand but he had lifted my head up so that I could level my eyes to his.
My heart was pounding but the emotion racing through me was not fear. Not quite. It was the sharp awareness that whatever came out of my mouth next would not be something I could take back or soften, or p
