LOVE IMPOSSIBLE

ian's

s axe came down

ad rolled across the blood-slicked marble. It came to rest at the fo

, I

room held i

ound echoed like a death knell through the silent hall. Even the ever-burni

Killian

finger. The plea d

said, tilting my head. Did you

his fear mixed with the iron tang of fresh blood and the cloying perfume of the wh

the terrified faces of the court. The click of my boots

condemned man, he flinch

k a

oyal captain-grabbed a fistful of gr

hing to his level. My dagger found its way into my hand, the b

traced the pounding

e I feel no

o racing pulse. No sick thrill. Just the same yawning vo

s br

yes. At twenty, when my father shoved his latest mistress at me like some perverse gift, I sent her

eren't

Riven as I wiped my blade clean on the dead

ened sheep. Their fear was a living thing, pulsing in the air