Chapter 118
“It is brilliant,” he insisted. “Will you?” Halle’s hand drifted up over the blankets to his exposed collarbone, running her fingers across the firm line in his skin. “I will,” she breathed in reply. His arm tightened around her, and he hooked a finger under her chin. Fyba tugged her mouth toward his once more, and Halle gripped his shoulder tightly. The world blissfully faded away as his lips parted. Halle could have laughed, she could have cried, as each kiss reaffirmed their madness. A bundle of nerves began to tangle in her stomach. Each kiss undid a knot, each breath added two. Today, they would draw a line in the sand. On one side, they would stand, on the other, the Emperor and her death. As true as it had ever been, dawn came too soon. Halle peeled herself away after they had
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