Leah
His silver eyes searched mine. “I don't want to leave you.”
“I know.”
“I really don't want to leave you.”
“I know.” I smiled. “But the kingdom isn't going to build itself, and you're the only person who can do this part. So go do it. I'll be here. I didn’t mate with an incompetent king.”
His mouth curved. The crooked one. The one that lived at the corner of his lips and showed up when he was looking at me and forgetting that anyone else existed. He bent his head and pressed his forehead to mine, his breath warm on my skin.
“There she is,” he murmured.
“Who?”
“The one who tells me what to do and pretends she's not enjoying it.”
“I am thoroughly enjoying it.”
“I know you are.”
He kissed me. Not the careful kiss … the other kind. The one that made my fingers curl into the fron
