WINTER

“I like that,” Valtor said, his voice edged with unmistakable amusement.

He hadn’t stopped smiling since we left the castle. It was probably a good thing he’d ordered the guards to stay behind tonight—otherwise, they would be utterly baffled by the sight of their King strolling through the night with a grin he couldn’t seem to wipe away.

“What?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“When you get jealous like that. When you don’t even bother to hide it. Your face turns red, ...