Page 135 of A Serenade To The Elf Queen
Do not underestimate my queen.
“I’ll help you. You have my word.” Her smile is like a ray of light shining through the darkest night.
Just like that, she gives me something I never thought I would have again after years of darkness.
Hope.
It’s a dangerous thing to hold on to.
I keep telling myself it makes no difference once the Rhunhraefn regains its strength and corrupts her. I will be spending an eternity in torment.
But the little seed of light she planted has taken root inside me. My damned heart begins to soften at her determination.
It scares the hell out of me and I start running.
Chapter 39 Svenn
Iwish I had taken her hand instead of storming out of the bath earlier like a goddamn asshole.
Six months?
Who gives out a timeline like that? She’s so fucking sweet and kind that it kills me. The darkness occupying my mind slowly lifts with our short meeting and the empty promise. It should have been enough, but I want to see her again. This is quickly becoming an obsession.
There’s no way I can visit her twice in one night.
I can spare us both all the pain and the heartache if I just stay the fuck away from her. Still, I find myself walking from my bedchamber to hers again. I almost wrench the door in my haste.
My heart ceases its beat when I see Rhianelle in her nightgown with a light crystal in her hand.
We both freeze in our tracks.
I step out into the dark hallway to meet her.
“Isn’t this too careless, little fawn? Walking to a vampire’s room in the middle of the night.” I tower over her tiny frame.
“I need to see you.”
Her interest sends a thrill down my veins. I revel in it for a moment but the utter disregard for her safety rankles me alittle. I move in closer, slowly backing her against the brick wall. Her body shivers the moment her back is connected to the cold surface.
“I tried to kill you yesterday. Twice,” I confess out of nowhere. Maybe I enjoy ripping myself out of any chance of happiness. But she needs to understand the dangers of keeping me here.
She watches me intently. I can’t tell if she’s surprised or angry.
“Two failed assassinations are a guaranteed rejection from the Guild in Tiamat if you wish to work there,” she deflects my threat with humor.
“You should consider placing me in a proper prison.”
“Why haven’t you finished the job?”
“Maybe I was about to,” I growl, baring my teeth.
Not a hint of trepidation in her eyes. The look she gives me is as if I just barked like an adorable puppy she wants to pet.
“Consider us even then. I stabbed you in the forest,” she says.
“You know full well that it’s not the same.” The low timbre of my voice reverberating in the dark alone should have been enough to scare the hell out of the living.
Rhianelle remains unfazed.
