Page 150 of Children of Blood and Bone

I make to leave, but Zélie grabs my arm.

“Stay.” Her fingers slide to my hands. A rush travels through me at her touch.

“Are you sure?”

She nods and giggles again. Her melodic laughter draws me close.

“You asked me to dance.” A playful glint flashes in her silver eyes. “I want to dance.”

Like the eager boys circling Zélie before, I step forward. Close enough to catch the faintest hint of palm wine on her breath. When I slide my hand over her wrist, she closes her eyes and breathes in. Her fingers dig into the bark.

Her reaction fills every cell in my being with want, a visceral rush I’ve never experienced before. It takes everything in me not to kiss her; not to run my hands over her curves and press her against the tree.

When her eyes flutter open again, I bend so that my lips brush against her ear. “If we’re actually going to dance, you have to move, little Zél.”

She stiffens.

“Don’t call me that.”

“You can call me ‘little prince’ and I can’t call you ‘little Zél’?”

Her hands drop to her side. She turns her face away.

“Mama called me that.”

Skies.

I release her. It’s a fight not to bang my head against the tree. “Zél, I’m sorry. I didn’t—”

“I know.”

She stares at the ground. Her playfulness disappears, drowning in a sea of grief. But then a wave of terror swells inside her.

“Are you okay?”

She clings to me without warning, pressing her head into my chest. Her fear sinks into my skin. It wraps around my throat. It consumes her—raw and powerful—just like that day in the forest. Except now it’s not only the monarchy that haunts her; it’s the shadows of death thrashing from her own hands.

I wrap my arms around her and squeeze. What I wouldn’t give to take her fear away. We stay like that for a long moment, disappearing into each other’s arms.

“You smell like the sea.”

She blinks up at me.

“Your spirit,” I clarify. “It’s always smelled like the sea.”

She stares at me with an expression I can’t discern. I don’t spendtoo much time trying to decipher it. It’s enough to be lost in her eyes. To exist only in her silver gaze.

I tuck a loose coil behind her ears. She presses her face back into my chest.

“I lost control today.” Her voice cracks. “I hurt him. I hurtTzain.”

I open my mind a little further, just beyond the point of pure relief. Zélie’s memory rushes in like a wave spilling onto shore.

I feel it all, Tzain’s venomous words, the shadows that raged. The guilt, the hatred, the shame left in her magic’s wake.

I squeeze Zélie tighter, a warm rush running through me when she squeezes back. “I lost control once, too.”

“Did someone get hurt?”

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