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Lady Micah grabbed his tunic and pushed him against the stone wall of the palace. His earth magic jumped within him.

As the dark magic did within her.

She kissed him with the same ferocity as a chained lioness.

Pulling away, she stared at him in the darkness, and her magic caressed over him as she stroked a finger across his chest.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Frostlear.”

Prince Bertrand invited Lady Micah out to the gardens with him.

Despite the red of her gown, it faded into the shadows.

She was an Erembour. Queen of the dark runes and a lioness.

He turned to her and drew her into his arms. She didn’t stop him. He leaned down and kissed her. An inexperienced kiss, but it was his first.

As it was hers.

Prince Bertrand knew Lady Micah Erembour.

She wore men’s clothes and struck from the shadows.

She was an Erembour. Had been training to protect the crown since she had been old enough to hold a dagger.

Was ruthless. Efficient. Loyal.

And a little bit crazy.

Suddenly he wanted a little crazy in his life.

Lady Micah felt good in his arms. Too good. Prince Bertrand never wanted to let her go.

Not even when Hugo Aldarius and Leander Essen came to rescue him.

She was an amazing dancer.

Another fighting stance, she had told him as she had helped him practice.

He wanted to practice a whole lot more with her.

“Would you like to dance?” Prince Bertrand asked.

She blinked at him.

“I’ll be safer with you as a dance partner than anyone else,” he said. “And my father will eventually force me to dance.”

“Of course, Your Highness.”

“Is there something wrong, Your Highness?” Lady Micah asked him.

“You look…”

“Ridiculous?”

That wouldn’t have been his words for it. Not at all.

“I told my father not to force me to attend,” Lady Micah said. “I hope he regrets it. I am an Erembour. My place in is the shadows.”

And beside him, of that Bertrand was certain.