Page 36 of Hopeless Sacrifice
Ryder rolls his eyes as he takes a seat on the petite couch. His legs spread wide, making him look too large for the small furniture.
“A lady never worries about such things.” Lady Ivory’s lips pull together, seemingly fighting off a smile. “A lady just knows when such things are bound to happen.” Her attention drifts to Streven and he gives her a cocky smile that makes me want to chuck a knife at his face all over again.
His bulky arms fold across his wide chest as he settles in against the glossy banister.
“It’s true. You can’t prevent destiny, Angel,” Streven says.
Fury burns through me at the simple, taunting nickname.
Ryder pulls at my hand until I fall into his lap. The warmth of his palm pushes up and down my spine.
“Stop stressing. I swear your emotions have been crazy since you became a fae.” I meld into him, resting my head against his shoulder. I’m exhausted and the war hasn’t even begun yet. “When Darrio and Dax get here we need to be ready.” He says it as if he’s talking to no one in particular.
But I am. I’m happy and irritable and exhausted, but I’m completely ready for what’s about to come.
