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Chapters (55)
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. World Map
  4. Pronunciations
  5. Author’s Notes
  6. Table of Contents
  7. A Forbidden Fate
  8. Prologue
  9. Chapter One
  10. Chapter Two
  11. Chapter Three
  12. Chapter Four
  13. Chapter Five
  14. Chapter Six
  15. Chapter Seven
  16. Chapter Eight
  17. Chapter Nine
  18. Chapter Ten
  19. Chapter Eleven
  20. Chapter Twelve
  21. Chapter Thirteen
  22. Chapter Fourteen
  23. Chapter Fifteen
  24. Chapter Sixteen
  25. Chapter Seventeen
  26. Chapter Eighteen
  27. Chapter Nineteen
  28. Chapter Twenty
  29. Chapter Twenty-One
  30. Chapter Twenty-Two
  31. Chapter Twenty-Three
  32. Chapter Twenty-Four
  33. Chapter Twenty-Five
  34. Chapter Twenty-Six
  35. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  36. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  37. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  38. Chapter Thirty
  39. Chapter Thirty-One
  40. Chapter Thirty-Two
  41. Chapter Thirty-Three
  42. Chapter Thirty-Four
  43. Chapter Thirty-Five
  44. Chapter Thirty-Six
  45. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  46. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  47. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  48. Chapter Forty
  49. Chapter Forty-One
  50. Chapter Forty-Two
  51. Chapter Forty-Three
  52. Chapter Forty-Four
  53. Chapter Forty-Five
  54. Acknowledgements
  55. About the Author

I flee, longing to return to the dais. Teddy disappeared as soon as the old woman began speaking, which was no surprise. I would’ve done the same had our roles been reversed. The guests slam their mugs together and whistle to the music, and I can’t reach the platform fast enough. An arm reaches out and closes in on my abdomen. Before I can exhale, he’s holding me to his chest.

“What happened?” Braizen whispers.

I bury my face in his chest and whimper. “Nothing. Not really. I got spooked by a guest.”

“You’re safe now, Sparrow,” he assures me while stroking my hair. “There are plenty of strange people who roam our lands; we’re bound to meet a few of them tonight.”

I turn my cheek against his chest and laugh. I feel safe within his hold.

“Hey, Sparrow,” he breathes into my hair.

I look up, and he smiles. “Would you want to dance with me?”

I only nod because, for a moment, I forget how to speak. He leads me back to the middle of the floor. The old woman is gone, and I relax even more. The melody is soft, light, and slow.

He twirls me in a wide circle. I’ve practiced dancing with my mother many times, but she didn’t prepare me for the stomach flutters I feel now.

The Prince extends his arm and bows, then pulls me close. When he places my hand on his shoulder, I can almost hear his heartbeat. Or maybe it’s my own heart that’s unabashedly roaring. I didn’t expect to feel this way for him or anyone—ever. I’m elated because he seems to feel the same. The guests are now watching us dance, and I hear their rumbles of speculation. I don’t mind, as long as I keep looking at him.

He spins me twice and then dips me, and I feel like an adult. I feel like a woman.

I move my chin from side to side in low sweeps, just as I’ve been taught, and I see my parents raise their glasses to us.

King Vaskis and his Queen join them with full smiles. They toast each other and sip.

Braizen grabs me by the waist and briefly lifts me for a half-turn. The guests cheer, but all I see are his blue eyes piercing mine, his tan skin shining in the candlelight.