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224 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 9, 2020
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The sprite’s body lay decaying on the forest floor. Dead leaves and flecks of dirt clung to the dark green skin of cold limbs. Insects crawled into the empty eye sockets, and flies hovered nearby, buzzing incessantly.
“What are you doing out here?”
That she should have the cheek to ask him that when she was the one wandering the night like a ghost amused him, though he didn’t so much as crack a smile.
“I came to speak with you,” he said in a clipped voice. “That isn’t necessary,” she told him flatly. She took a deep breath before continuing. “Marriage is never something I desired, but I have tried to maintain a positive attitude about it for my brother’s sake. This afternoon I was taken off guard, and I apologize for my outburst. It won’t happen again.” She paused. “Not for several days. I can promise that.”
“So there will be outbursts,” he clarified. She frowned. “Not intentional ones, of course.” “I see.” Arun’s lips thinned into a grimace. “We will be married on the morrow.” Her mouth dropped open. “So soon?” “Months have passed since you were promised to me, my lady. I have been more than patient. Your brother has invented several ways to delay our union, but the time has come. I suggest you come to terms with the fact that we will be married at this time tomorrow and safely ensconced in my manor. I certainly have.”
“Have you.”
The wryness of her voice provoked some strange feeling in him. Annoyance, perhaps. “Yes.” “And will you be suggesting things to me after we are married? Or will you allow me to think for myself from time to time?” He ground his jaw contemplatively, not knowing what to say. He’d not expected her to strike back at him with such vehemence, though he supposed he should have. “Perhaps,” she continued, arching a fair brow, “your mistresses do as you say, since they depend on your generosity. As your wife, however, I will not be commanded. My worth is more than my association with you.” Arun frowned as she whipped her head to one side, turning up her nose at him.
He felt his cheeks warm at her words. “When we marry, you will act as my wife.” “Only if you do not act as my keeper.” His cheeks were on fire now, and he was glad of the darkness to mask their deepening color. “What I do with my mistresses is none of your concern.” “According to you, it will be tomorrow.”