“Diplomacy isn’t my strength.”
“Were you to travel to Xynar Sun Dhar as a greeter, the natives would cut your tongue out, roast it over a fire, and dice it for one of their soups.”
“This sounds like a lovely place to vacation. Get me a brochure, will you?”
He grinned, and my breath caught. Why had he chosen to shape-shift into such a handsome human? Staying out of trouble with him would have been much easier if he turned into an orc or ogre.
“You have not given me a reason to mistrust you,” he repeated, “but I have told you about my past.”
“Yes, and I get it. It’s fine.”
“It is not, given that we have bonded, but… it is difficult for me to get around. And my sister has been reminding me of the many mistakes I made with Lynemasa—the princess. I have forgotten none of them. I do not ap
