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Chapters (47)
  1. Copyright Notice
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. CHAPTER 1
  5. CHAPTER 2
  6. CHAPTER 3
  7. CHAPTER 4
  8. CHAPTER 5
  9. CHAPTER 6
  10. CHAPTER 7
  11. CHAPTER 8
  12. CHAPTER 9
  13. CHAPTER 10
  14. CHAPTER 11
  15. CHAPTER 12
  16. CHAPTER 13
  17. CHAPTER 14
  18. CHAPTER 15
  19. CHAPTER 16
  20. CHAPTER 17
  21. CHAPTER 18
  22. CHAPTER 19
  23. CHAPTER 20
  24. CHAPTER 21
  25. CHAPTER 22
  26. CHAPTER 23
  27. CHAPTER 24
  28. CHAPTER 25
  29. CHAPTER 26
  30. CHAPTER 27
  31. CHAPTER 28
  32. CHAPTER 29
  33. CHAPTER 30
  34. CHAPTER 31
  35. CHAPTER 32
  36. CHAPTER 33
  37. CHAPTER 34
  38. CHAPTER 35
  39. CHAPTER 36
  40. CHAPTER 37
  41. CHAPTER 38
  42. CHAPTER 39
  43. CHAPTER 40
  44. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  45. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  46. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  47. Newsletter Sign-up

A clumsy hand fumbles for my face sleepily, though her fingers are delicate when they graze my lips. There is a tiny cut on the corner of my mouth that Ana has been nothing but solicitous toward. Even when she kisses it. Again and again and again.

“Don’t bring your filthy logic into this. I’m sleeping.”

“My logic is anything but filthy. It is pristine.”

With a huff, Ana rolls over, presumably to escape any further applications of my logic, filthy or otherwise.

But I do not think I am interested in letting her go.

“Just where do you think you’re going?”

I follow her deeper into the sheets, wrapping my arm around her waist. She puts up only a token protest, but judging from the grin flirting with her lips, she’s not overly perturbed by my disruption of her slumber. Slowly, she unfurls into me, stretching her own arms up and around my neck. Her hands tangle with my hair. It’s probably a godawful mess, but I don’t care. Well, I might care a little, but I never said I wasn’t vain.

“Good morning,” she says when our eyes meet. In the wan morning sun, her eyes are a startling green. Like a cat’s.

“Even better now that you’re awake.” I lean into press a kiss to the tip of her nose. She scrunches up her face.

“I hate it when you do that.”

“Why?”

“It’s too cute. We have a reputation to maintain.”

But that doesn’t stop her from nuzzling into my space, inserting her nose into the crook of my neck to press her own kiss to the juncture of my shoulder.

“Ah, yes,” I say, carding my fingers through her hair. “The Valiant Ladies of Potosí. What a moniker.”

“I can’t believe that caught on,” Ana mumbles into my neck. “Whose fault was that?”

“Santiago’s.” The feeling of Ana’s hair sliding between my fingers is more fascinating than anything I can possibly imagine in this moment.

She nods, but she might also be using me as a scratching post for an itchy nose. I’ll allow it.

“Remind me to thank him for it later.”

I breathe in and out, allowing myself—finally—to relax. Having Ana pressed against me as a warm, pliant weight helps.