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241 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 27, 2024
Byr Conall was not the sort to be wasted on one night in a hayloft, which was, unfortunately, all Fox would have been good for. That was likely what Byr Conall saw when he studied Fox. The foolish child he’d been and the scared, mean creature he was now.
“It is not something they can imagine themselves doing, so that makes me unusual. Frightening.” He met Fox’s stare. “And now I might not be able to do that anymore, which makes me slightly less frightening, so they say what they will say and think of themselves as the ones slaying dragons.
“You thought I’d say no?” Conall demanded, rough, pushing Fox’s legs apart with his sheer mass. He looked from Fox’s ready hole to Fox’s stunned gaze. “Say the word and I’ll hold you down and mate you now. You thought it would be no?”
“He’s a fool, you know,” Conall said, still quiet, as he opened the door to Fox’s room for Fox, who didn’t move forward. “He doesn’t even know what you are.” Fox tipped his head back to study Conall with sleepy bemusement. “What am I?”
“You’re thinking a great deal. Always, but especially now.” It was said so gently. “As you do your thinking, I’d beg you to consider that I don’t expect you to be anything but Fox. That is, whichever Fox you feel like being.”
“If you were like them, or wanted to be, you would have said nothing. You’re a sweet creature, Fox, even if you don’t like to think so or have forgotten you are.”
“Because that rose serves you better than any shell jewelry ever could and if I were Domvoda, I wouldn’t have let you leave that garden without making that clear.” Fox closed his eyes while trying vainly to work a knot where there was none. “What would you have done then? Would you have given me your knot there? Shown your potential consorts what they might also get?” “What potential consorts?” Conall asked, bringing Fox’s gaze back to him. “Why would I ever bother with them if I had you?”
Domvoda leaned forward. “You claim not to be a fighter, but you’ve shown teeth on more than one occasion.” As any cornered animal did. Fox kept his smile and shrugged again. “Even a rabbit will kick.”
“You’re too nice to me.” “Or no one else in this place is nice and you’ve forgotten what care is like.” Conall’s voice softened. “Or you have never known it.”
“You should do better by them,” Fox insisted without looking at the king, hardly knowing if he meant the knights or the Potentials. “Soft for everyone,” Domvoda murmured in return, “but me.” “Why would anyone expect softness without giving any?”
“You should fear me,” he pressed on, breathing fast and knowing Conall would notice, “because now I am going to take something of yours, just you wait.” “Do as you please, Fox,” Conall agreed softly, “but consider perhaps that you already have.”
I fell for the act, as badly as everyone else did. The Fox, lovely, clever, witty… and cruel if it would please the king for him to be so.” He released Fox’s hand to cup his cheek. “But never as cruel as he could have been. Sometimes even gentle when he could get away with it. But always turned from me, so I forgot who you were when I first saw you.” Fox spoke against Conall’s palm. “A lost little commoner?” “A remarkably innocent outsider, standing all alone.” Conall swept his thumb over Fox’s cheekbone. “Chin up while they whispered about you, outshining all their glitter in simple wool. But your back to the wall, and so alone. I’m sorry.”
“I am not overwhelmed to look at him.”
"You haven’t said yes but you haven’t said no. Knights are romantic fools, Fox. Musicians might not have such dreams but we do.” “Of course we have dreams.” Fox should have spat it but he couldn’t feel any anger. “But we don’t expect them to come true. I,” he corrected moments later. “I don’t expect them to come true. But if anyone could manage it, it would be you.” “Then let me, lovely. Please. Grant me your favor one more time.”