Lynette Noni

the smallest spark can cause a flame

“I have a lot of dreams. A lot of nightmares, too. Only time will tell which path my life will take.”

“Because I found a reason to stay.”

“So,” Kiva said, “most men are pigs.”

’m allocating him to you for orientation.”

“Take off your shirt and lie down.”
“I’m flattered, but we barely know each other.”

“Jaren can help you,” Naari told Tipp. “He’s good with his hands.”

“Then please come in, Tilda Corentine,” he said, as those in the room stood and bowed in turn. “Your rebels have long been waiting for you.”

“Is this the part where you kill me and hide my body?” Kiva asked, squinting into the gloom.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jaren said, before adding, “I have people to do that kind of thing for me.”

Kiva was grateful for the darkness hiding her smile. “I guess you wouldn’t want to get your royal hands dirty.”

“He survived Zalindov,” Kiva said, sitting cross-legged on the blanket, the panoramic view unobstructed before her. “He can survive Naari.”

“— and if you ever run off like that again, I’ll lock you in the dungeons myself, do you hear me?”

Naari’s irate voice floated over to them, prompting Kiva to wince and amend her previous statement. “Probably.”