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A queen without the hope of her country is no queen at all. Knowing this, Ryn undertakes the challenge of regaining the trust and favor of her people, though her chance to do so is slipping through her fingers. To make matters worse, Ranen may be dead, but Daros is actively hunting her, distracting her from her royal duties. With her concentration already split between revenge and duty, she isn’t sure she can handle the new obstacle thrown into her path—a couple who claim to be her long-lost parents.
Despite the turbulent circumstances, Ryn decides to open her arms to her newfound family, but trusting them won’t come easy. As the fight for her country continues, Ryn vows to protect the parents she never thought she’d have. But Ryn’s subjects are restless and she’ll have to find a way to appease them while juggling her new family life… or risk losing it all.
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From Death's Embrace......
Nash sighs.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Something is. Tell me.”
He gives me a weak smile. “I’d like to spend some time alone with you. There are always others about.”
Which means I can’t pay much attention to him. The thought warms my
cheeks and has me wanting to move closer. “You have me alone now.”
His gaze sends a blaze of fire through me. “And I intend to make full use of it, like I should have been doing all along.”
He leans in closer. My heart flutters. We’re going to kiss.
I haven’t felt his lips against mine in too long a time.
His breath is warm against my lips. Sweet. He is focused on me, no hint
of fear clouding his eyes. I have waited for this to happen since he
came back to me. There may be greater hope than I thought.
I can almost feel his kiss when there’s a knock on the door.
We bolt apart, heaving for air.
Nash takes a moment to look me over before answering the door. A servant says, “Shillian and Carver Nilmac, Your Majesty.”
The announced two come in, gushing about the trip. I want to shove them
both outside, slam the door, and get back to our kiss. Why did they have
to come now?
Shillian says, “I’m so grateful you invited us to tour the countryside
with you. I’ve spent most of my life in Indell. It will be wonderful to
see other areas for a change.”
She continues spouting off, but I have a hard time focusing. I'm only
aware of him—Nash. The warmth that so abruptly left. The almost-kiss
between us. That’s what I want—his lips against mine.
And if anyone knew, Nash would be dead.
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