Ashborn Chapter 17 (Wedding Night)
They slipped away from the Flame Court for a moment’s breath. In the quiet of Veyrakh’s private chambers, Dareya discovers truths far more dangerous than politics.
My hands lingered on her hips, feeling the steady pulse beneath silk and lace. Her eyes met mine. Wide. Luminous. Vulnerable and fierce all at once.
“No more hiding,” I murmured, fingers tracing the delicate line of her jaw. “No more walls.”
She swallowed, breath catching.…


