Extraits

Un désir fou me poussait à lui arracher sa robe, mais ses yeux écarquillés et sa poitrine gonflée m'en empêchèrent.

Lorsque je me réveillai, je n’avais plus du tout mal à la tête. Et je n’avais pas mal au pied. Il me fallut beaucoup de temps pour me forcer à ouvrir les yeux, cependant.

Quand j’y parvins enfin, je vis que j’étais toujours dans les appartements du Prince. En fait, j’étais dans son lit. Encore une fois.

En gémissant, je roulai en position assise. Il faut que tu arrêtes d’en faire une habitude, Reyna, il va penser que tu as envie d’être dans son lit.

“I am not after your secrets. Not today. I am trying to understand your fire.”

I stiffened. “My friend doesn’t know how dangerous a fae inside her head can be.”

“You speak as though you do.” A dangerous tone had entered his voice, his eyes sparking.

“No, I just…” I trailed off.

“You have secrets to hide inside your head,” he said quietly. “Kara does not. That is why she does not fear me in the same way that you do.”

“You will be the death of me, gildi.”

“Perhaps. That man hates you with a vehemence. Why?”

My brows lifted in surprise. “You really don’t know?”

He bared his teeth. “Do not play games with me, gildi.”

“You got the toy he wanted.”

All fae are beautiful, and all fae are deadly.

“Say my name and I will tear his fucking throat out,” Mazrith’s voice sounded in my head.

“The Prince saved your life?”

I nodded. “Again. I’m too weak and pathetic to save my own accursed life.”

The owl tilted his head slowly. “For your species, you are not weak.”

“Species?”

“You are human. For a human, you are not particularly weak. You are actually quite resourceful, if not as wise I am.”

“I will ponder on this riddle while you rest,” Voror said.

“Why do you call it a riddle?”

“It rhymes.”

“That makes it a poem, doesn't it?”

“Only if you are stupid. Which, to be fair to you, you often are.”