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508 pages, Kindle Edition
Published December 2, 2025
She wriggled her wrist to make a point. "You have me pinned to this door like I'm a commoner you wish to bed."
"Is that what you are?"
"A commoner?" Her eyes narrower. "Or someone you wish to bed?"
“Let me make this very clear, since you don’t seem to understand”— she could tell he tried to keep his voice flat and neutral; it was belied by something darker, something that just barely peeked out from his carefully selected words. Like he was trying not to terrify her, but was failing. “When I dream of you, I don’t think about hurting you, Princess Biyu. And when I’m with you, not once have I wanted to hurt you.”
“He pushed one of the plates holding a stack of pan-fried sticky rice cakes with the center darkened with the red bean paste filling.
She licked her lips. “What … what are you doing.”
“You’ve been eyeing it for a while.”
“I’ll be right back,” he said, unfurling his massive body to his full, impressive height. “Can I trust you not to break anything else? Notably yourself?”
“I’m not going to break,” she muttered, suddenly embarrassed that he had witnessed her outburst. She sniffled and wiped her face with the back of her free hand. “But if you don’t hurry, I might try to run away from this room.”
It was a lousy joke. She wasn’t actually in the mood to try to traipse through the halls and flee. Honestly, she was just too exhausted and too mortified to be anywhere but beneath her covers.
The corner of Nikator’s soft mouth rose. “There’s nowhere you can run where I won’t find you, Princess Biyu.”
“For one, he wouldn’t stop at talking, Princess.” Nikator rearranged her hair so it fell over her back once more. He leaned even closer, the intoxicating scent of ocean breeze, summer, and vanilla spices filling her senses. He was like a sweet nectar she wanted to drink greedily . “I wouldn’t let him go further than that. If he so much as spoke to you, I would cut his tongue off. If he dared to kiss you? I would slice his lips off his face. And if that fucking sword of his grew near you? I would kill him ten times over. Because, Biyu, everyone might think that he is your intended”—his voice lashed out like a whip, heated and lethal—“but you are my wife and I will not stand to have another man covet what is mine.”
She wriggled her wrist to make a point. "You have me pinned to this door like I'm a commoner you wish to bed."
"Is that what you are?"
"A commoner?" Her eyes narrower. "Or someone you wish to bed?"
The corner of Nikator's soft mouth rose. "There's nowhere you can run where I won't find you, Princess Biyu."