Extraits

He nodded, lips twisting in a slight grimace. "It frustrates Lord Ustathius to no end to find me here instead of in the council chambers. I told him this helps me think."

"And does it?"

"Yes. It helps me think of you."

“You are a flame, Ruby, and fire can either be free or it will be smothered. The last thing I want..." His voice broke, and the sound was like a kick in my chest. "The last thing I want is to smother you.”

“You’re quite amusing when you’re not lashing me with that sharp tongue. Although” -his eyes turned sultry- “I might not mind the violence of your tongue in the right circumstances”

“When I’d moved toward the queen with the twisted black crown, the face she’d worn was my own.”