Thank goodness you were here to thwart a four year old Sterling. Ace situational awareness.
She completely missed Sterling's hand going to the hilt of his blade over a four-year-old, which was probably for the best.
Fantasy · TheLoneQuill
Because she has the survival instincts of a lemming. Or a two year old that sees a shiny dangerous object.
She studied him for a second before understanding: he was probably worried after last night's dark magic incident. It was kind of cute. But also, completely unnecessary. Last night ranked somewhere around "mild inconvenience" on her spectrum.
Fantasy · TheLoneQuill
I love that Kael knew where everything was hidden. And he was engaging in questionable acts at 15. I can only imagine his trail of broken hearts. Though I’m guessing has the one who got away that still hurts. We love the naughty ones.
"There used to be hundreds down here." He straightened, brushing dust from his knees. "Whoever cleaned this vault knew every hiding place."
Fantasy · TheLoneQuill
*cough*Gwen*cough.
"My father collected things he shouldn't have," Kael replied, already moving toward the east wall. "A family trait."
Fantasy · TheLoneQuill
Which was awesome!
The Drakencrest Royal Vault was three floors beneath the war room, behind a door that required two keys, a blood seal, and the kind of political clearance that Kael had lost the right to a decade ago and regained twelve hours ago through a combination of circumstances that included punching the king and being punched back.
Fantasy · TheLoneQuill
Okay so are the two cloaked guys Renwick and his beta?
They kept walking. Kael's smile stayed on. His mind was already drawing lines between the envelope, the hooded men, and the word Marek had swallowed. The lines were starting to intersect.
Fantasy · TheLoneQuill
Oh Karl you smooth operator.
Kael: I didn't. But that split-second eye-fuck Marek gave to Brennan's name? Priceless.
Fantasy · TheLoneQuill
Kael keeps his receipts.
Jaxon was buying everything they were selling. Cute. Kael wasn't.
Fantasy · TheLoneQuill
I feel that way too when I try to get dressed.
His dragon rumbled, low and distressed, because she was upset, and the beast had zero tolerance for her tears. Zero. The number was firm and non-negotiable and the dragon was prepared to burn down whatever had caused them, which was currently a closet.
Fantasy · TheLoneQuill
In that the child has arms. Sterling is very literal.
She completely missed Sterling's hand going to the hilt of his blade over a four-year-old, which was probably for the best.
Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King
Fantasy · TheLoneQuill