Page 40 of The Curse of Golden Blood
"So?"
"So, that means you're in danger, Miralyte."
"I've been in danger my entire life, Zydar. What makes this any different?"
He didn't answer, his mouth drawn tight, jaw clenched. He was staring at something, but I couldn't tell what it was.
"Zydar," I pressed, leaning closer, forcing him to look at me.
"Some of the courts are already whispering. The healers talk too much. And now that they think you’re... the key to stopping this, the Rot... they’ll want to take you. They'll kill to have you."
My mouth went dry. “And you came hereto warn me?”
His jaw tightened. “I came here to get you out before someone else does. You'll be safer in my keeping."
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The Storm Inside
Zydar
Ineededtokeepher where I could see her. The decision was tactical, nothing more. My chambers offered the strongest wards, the most controlled environment. If she tried anything foolish, I would know immediately. Most importantly, the idea pleased me.
Of course, she had something to say about it.
“You expect me to sleep here? With you?”
I turned. She was still standing in the doorway, hands on her hips, head tilted up. Defiance flashed across her features, clear and bright. She hadn't even blinked, let alone looked away.
"Yes."
"And where will you be?"
"Righthere."
I threw my cloak on the chair, which was right by the large, ornately carved desk by the fireplace, then strode over to the windows, peering out into the darkness. The rain continued, steady and constant.
"You can't be serious."
"Can't I?"
"If you think I'm sleeping in this room—"
"It's either here or in the dungeons." I cut in smoothly. "Your choice, little dove. I'm not leaving you unsupervised."
I could practically hear her grinding her teeth.
"Fine," she said through a clenched jaw. "But you're sleeping on the floor."
I snorted. "The bed's big enough."
Her nose crinkled in disapproval. "It's not big enough for the two of us."
"Get over yourself."
"What?"
"Do you really think I'd force myself onto you?"
