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448 pages, ebook
First published December 4, 2020
Vasili glanced at Yasir.
The captain spread both hands. “It’s either brilliant or stupid.”
“A truly fitting description of Nikolas Yazdan,” Vasili acknowledged, almost smiling.
“If I were taken last night, you’d never have known it,” he said, sounding like the Vasili who had tried to buy him in a pleasure-house.
It was too early in the morning for his shit. “Were you taken?”
“Clearly not.”
“Disaster averted. May I sleep now, Your Highness?”
“I didn’t tell you about the Yazdans because you would have come to Seran. And I…” He looked up and blinked into the sun. “I would have lost you.” His shoulders fell, the weight of his words suddenly upon him.
Color touched Vasili’s cheeks and lips and his eye shone with lust. He was beautiful and fierce and utterly mad, and Niko knew he could never tame him. He’d always be this man of wild contradictions, impossible to predict, dangerous to contain. Lightning in a bottle.
Vasili blinked. “Propositioned me? In what way, Nikolas?”
“What fucking way do you think?”
“You think he wants to fuck?” Vasili’s mouth twitched.
“No, he wants to paint you,” Niko drawled sarcastically.
Vasili softened in his arms. His tongue swept in, taking and giving, but not too much. The prince’s soft fingers skimmed Niko’s jaw, and Niko was damn well lost.
He pulled free of the kiss and brushed his lips over Niko’s cheek, whispering, “My griffin.”
He wanted to slide his fingers into his hair and hold him still as he fucked Vasili’s hand—needed to make Vasili moan and cry out and make him feel.
“Do I need to restrain you, Nikolas?” he purred.
“Fuck!” Niko slammed his wandering hands back on the rail. Frustration strummed through him. He wasn’t sure he could do this the way Vasili clearly wanted.

“I should have gone to Loreen. I should be there now.”
“Why aren’t you?”
“Must I spell it out for you, Nikolas?”
“Please do, Your Highness.”
Vasili cupped Niko’s cheek, keeping him from looking away. “Day and night, you occupy my thoughts.”

“You truly came for me?” Vasili asked, as though still not believing it, despite all the evidence around him. And it was only then that Niko realized nobody had ever rescued Vasili. Until now.
Yasir dripped black wax onto the map, pooling a globule near the commerce district.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” Niko asked.
“Vaguely.” Yasir grinned. “No, not really.”
“Then this is reckless.”
“So is every time I go to sea, but I’m still here.”
“Because you can only die once,” Niko added.
A smile broke out across Vasili’s lips. It was a bright and brilliant thing to witness and completely unfamiliar on his face. Like this vicious, callous man had a real heart somewhere. From everything Niko had seen, that heart was reserved for Adamo only.

“I have hurt you,” the prince whispered, his usually smooth voice suddenly hoarse, “and I will never be sorry.” His words teased over Niko’s lips. “Because it brought you to me.”



"Remember your place, Nikolas.”
Niko folded his arms and raked his glare over Vasili. “Under the heel of your boot, your highness?”
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The truth is, a griffin must forever hold the flame. You were my griffin.
He’d need a whole lifetime to get over Vasili and what that palace had done to him. Now, Vasili was sitting in his favorite chair, in his cottage, in his life all over again, and he’d hardly changed at all.
He’d tell him to leave.
Tomorrow.
“My brother has a retinue of guards possessed,” Vasili finally said, shouting the words over the roar of the falls. “He’s turned Loreen against me. Every day, the flame gets louder in my head. All I have is a bastard blacksmith who despises me, who would have killed me already if not for the horror my death might unleash.”
“I will always fight you because nobody else dares to. The second I stop fighting you, that will be the moment you stab me in the back.”
“Watching you both dance around each other is pure entertainment on my part, but I do wish you’d just fuck already.”
Yasir’s frown darkened. “Do you two speak at all or is it just grunts and snarls the whole time?”
“I have hurt you,” the prince whispered, his usually smooth voice suddenly hoarse, “and I will never be sorry.” His words teased over Niko’s lips. “Because it brought you to me.”
“I don’t want this,” Vasili denied, his vehemence quickly returning. “I don’t want any of this. What I want is a cabin in the woods with the man I fear I’ve come to care for, despite all my efforts not to. But what I want has never mattered.”
He smiled. “I’d like to say it’s been a pleasure knowing you, Nikolas, but it really hasn’t.”
Niko arched a brow. “Fuck you too, prince.”
Vasili’s smile flourished into a grin.
Betrayal. Again. Oh, how Niko knew its familiar sting.
The captain spread both hands. “It’s either brilliant or stupid.”
“A truly fitting description of Nikolas Yazdan,” Vasili acknowledged, almost smiling.
I’m the prince of ashes, the prince of madness. The only thing I’ve ever wanted is to not be who I am. I don’t get to walk away or give up. My life is a cage.
“I can’t afford to care.” Vasili spread his arms. “At least you had something to lose. What do I have? I’m the prince of ashes, the prince of madness. The only thing I’ve ever wanted is to not be who I am. I don’t get to walk away or give up. My life is a cage.”
I hate how he lies all the time. I hate how he measures people by how useful they are to him. But by the three, I can’t stop thinking about the real Vasili, the man he keeps hidden, but it’s not even just that. The dark side of him—it ties me in knots, and gods, I need that too. I thought I loved Julian, but it was Vasili in my head the whole time. Do you know how fucked up that makes me?
” There is nothing else in this world that frees me like you do, Nikolas Yazdan.”
Color touched Vasili’s cheeks and lips and his eye shone with lust. He was beautiful and fierce and utterly mad, and Niko knew he could never tame him. He’d always be this man of wild contradictions, impossible to predict, dangerous to contain. Lightning in a bottle.
“There’s parts of him I hate, and then there’s this part of him I’d do anything for. I think…” He shuddered a sigh. “I think that’s the part that scares me.
Vasili would throw Niko to the wolves, and Niko—fool that he was—would willingly go every damn time.
✨😭 why is march so far away (also yay it's coming out in march now)✨😭
No, no… He’d given the prince the pieces of his broken heart, and Vasili had crushed them, exactly as he’d feared he would.
“You deliberately make yourself difficult to love,” Niko said [. . .]
“You push everyone away. Because anytime you’ve gotten close to someone, they’ve suffered. But it was never your fault, Vasili.”
“Do you know me, Nikolas?”
“I know you like nobody else dares.”
“Watching you both dance around each other is pure entertainment on my part, but I do wish you’d just fuck already.”
“Amir has poisoned everyone against me.” [. . .] “Adamo is all I have left.”
“I don’t trust anyone,” [. . .] “Except you.”
“I have hurt you,” [. . .] “and I will never be sorry.” [. . .] “Because it brought you to me."
He was Niko’s, and Niko needed to keep him safe. He’d always save him. Always.
“Watching you both dance around each other is pure entertainment on my part, but I do wish you’d just fuck already.”
He patted Adamo on the neck. “Now, let’s go get our man.”
please don't hate me you guys 🙈✨
“I don’t want this,” Vasili denied, his vehemence quickly returning. “I don’t want any of this. What I want is a cabin in the woods with the man I fear I’ve come to care for, despite all my efforts not to. But what I want has never mattered.”
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“[. . .] I cannot fight them as I am. Alone.”
Niko let out a breath that sounded too much like a sob. “You weren’t alone.”
Niko was damn well bringing his prince home, and no vicious elf, no endless war, and no dishonorable Yazdan was going to stand in his way.


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“Vasili, you slithering bastard, where are you?” He wouldn’t be dead. Not yet. He’d survived eight years as a prisoner of the elves. He’d survive this until Niko could get to him. He had to.
Color touched Vasili’s cheeks and lips and his eye shone with lust. He was beautiful and fierce utterly mad, and Niko knew he could never tame him. He’d always be this man of wild contradictions, impossible to predict, dangerous to contain. Lightning in a bottle.
“There is nothing else in this world that frees me like you do, Nikolas Yazdan.”
He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had ever looked at him like Vasili was not, like he was their whole world in that moment.
The prince’s’ trembling fingers clutched at the back of Niko’s shirt. Vasili pulled him close and bowed his head, burying his face against Niko’s neck, and sobbed. And by the three, it hurt to hear.
“I’ve got you.” He said it over and over, as many times as Vasili needed to hear it. He’d say it a thousand times more if he could……It would take more than words for him to heal, but for now, words were all Niko had.
Gods, he looked like he was made for the vibrant streets of Seran, and Niko should probably say something, anything, but he’d forgotten how words worked, and if he didn’t pull his mind out of the gutter, where it had firmly lodged itself on seeing Vasili wrapped in exotic clothing, then he was about to look like a fool.
He was soon asleep, and to have him so close and so thoroughly relaxed enough to sleep in his arms, it was enough. It was everything.
There were more important things to focus on – like the beast’s attack - than how his dark purple shirt, with its wide lace-lined collar, gaped open and inviting at the neck. A neck that demanded the lightest of kisses.





“I have hurt you,” the prince whispered, his usually smooth voice suddenly hoarse, “and I will never be sorry.” His words teased over Niko’s lips. “Because it brought you to me.”
He thrust a hand into Vasili’s hair, holding him firm, eliciting a tiny, restrained gasp from the prince. “Sometimes, I fucking hate you.”
Humor sparkled in his eye. “Only sometimes?”
“Wait. This house… Do you trust Yasir?”
“I don’t trust anyone,” he called back. As he turned Adamo, he added, “Except you.”“There is nothing else in this world that frees me like you do, Nikolas Yazdan.”
“There’s a great deal he doesn’t say with words. You just have to look closely for it.”
“I will be the death of you, but not today, my prince.”Niko grabbed Vasili’s chin and forced him to look up. His blue eye blazed with all the fury and indignation he’d come to expect from the prince. “There you are.”
He deserved to be free. Maybe he was the only one in all of this who did.
Cool fingers skimmed along Niko’s jaw. “You’re impossible,” Vasili whispered.
Niko caught his hand, daring to touch. He waited for Vasili’s expression to tighten, but it softened instead. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had ever looked at him like Vasili was now, like he was their whole world in that moment. And he’d never expected to see that warmth from Vasili.
Color touched Vasili’s cheeks and lips and his eye shone with lust. He was beautiful and fierce and utterly mad, and Niko knew he could never tame him. He’d always be this man of wild contradictions, impossible to predict, dangerous to contain. Lightning in a bottle.
If only Niko hadn’t seen the dark flame with his own eyes, he could walk away right now. Though, even that thought felt like a lie, like Vasili was in his head somehow, turning his own thoughts against him. Because for all his dreaming of leaving the prince, he couldn’t bring himself to abandon him.“Nikolas?”
“Yes?” Niko reluctantly turned.
The prince smiled, and this time genuine humor glittered in his eye. “Tell Yasir to bring his whip.”
Niko showed Vasili his middle finger in a sign Yasir had taught him. When he turned his back on the prince, Vasili’s thick chuckle followed him into the dark.He shouldn’t do this, shouldn’t yield. Vasili was poison. He’d crush Niko’s bruised heart. He’d hurt him again and again. It was who he was. But by the gods, Niko wanted to feel that hurt if it meant feeling Vasili come undone with him.
He couldn’t think to breathe. All he could do was ride the blinding onslaught of pleasure and kiss him back so savagely that Vasili couldn’t fail to feel his desperation. And it was desperation. He’d wanted this horrible, vicious prince bent beneath him for so long, since the kiss in the farmhouse field, since he’d woken among damp sheets, with the dreams of fucking Vasili haunting him. He’d even thought of Vasili while he’d fucked Julian.
Gods, it had always been Vasili.Vasili had kissed like he’d hated him, and it might have been the most intensely passionate kiss Niko had ever experienced. He wanted that again. Wanted Vasili in his fists, wanted him sprawled backward on a bed, his mouth snarling, his eye ablaze with hatred, and gods, he wanted to fuck the prince until he lost his mind to the feel of him.
