What do you think?
Rate this book


314 pages, Paperback
First published September 23, 2015
She blushed. Leyli had been taught to be demure and respectable. She'd never even kissed a man that wasn't her father! The only people who saw her bare legs were her maids, but she wasn't stupid. A dagger in her hand was an advantage she couldn't pass up. Like the lion said, shame wouldn't kill her.
Brown yes, blue ones, or green, they all were scared. They were so scared, and she'd been the monster they feared. (...) She'd killed them all. She'd ruined their families. She'd shattered bones and rent flesh. She'd become everyting she despised in the world.
"Merino will give you rooms beside mine. Yes, I will have full access to you at all times. The same is not true in the reverse." He looked down.
"I'm not your whore."
"No," he promised. "You're my partner. I promise you, Leyli, that my first interest is living. I'll fight with you because I think yours is, too."
"But I'm ruined."
"No. You're just learning to be strong. If anyone thinks that what you're doing makes you less of a woman, then they're an idiot, ok? If all they can judge you on is some trumped up ideal of propriety, then it's your job to prove them wrong. It doesn't matter if they like you, Leyli. When they fear you, they won't dare say a thing."
"Tumbling a woman, that's always nice. Usually, though, a man decides who he wants to fuck. Being told that I will perform, like a trained dog, so someone else can make money? That changes it."
"Like being a whore." She shrugged. "I can see that."
"It's exactly like being a whore, except I didn't make the decision on my own. I can't say it's rape, because tecnically I do agree." He spun his mug in his hands. "Doesn't really feel much different, though."
Just as she lowered herself into the chair, a hand closed on her rump, squeezing. The plate clattered as it hit the wood, and she turned before her mind engaged. Without a word, she lashed out, cracking the man across the jaw with her forearm.
"Stop!" Tristan yelled, his voice halting the man's reaction. "Damn it, Ley. If I've told you once." He set down his plate beside hers. "Then I've told you a thousand times. Use your whole body. Like this. "Then he repated the attack, his arm crashing into the man hard enough to knock his head into the table. Tristan glared at him for a moment, then turned to Leyli. "Whole body. Pivot from the hips. Now try it."
"Relax," he whispered. "We're on the same side. Those guys think that because I'm half as big, I must be willing to be their bitch. Figure it's not going to be any easier for you, but two is a lot better than one."
Her feet stuttered, but before she could stop and stare at him, [he] was guiding her forward again.
"What?" She hissed. "They think you..."
He finally stopped, then turned to face her. He couldn't meet her eyes. "Make. Not think, make. Force. Whatever you want to call it."