Enchanted Heir by Tricia Wentworth EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Tricia Wentworth
- Language: English
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It was the crown on the nightstand. Half on an old book, half on the
wood. I’d seen it in that exact spot once before, but this time it hit me
entirely different. A crooked crown which belonged to a prince. A prince
who very well might become king someday. But he wasn’t my prince. Or
wasn’t supposed to be. Yet now he was.
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My vision blurred as my feet stopped and I looked at that stupid, stupid
crown. What had I just done?
A few hours ago, I was in Keir’s Assemblage and managing to survive
the dinner with the royal family. Everything had gone fine. Up until the king
set me up.
I had recklessly tried to flee. I’d ran. And almost gotten away. Almost,
but not quite.
Now I found myself swapped into the other Assemblage, with the other
brother. Prince Darkness himself.
“Jorah?” he asked, as he spun back toward me.
We were finally alone. None of his guards. None of mine. No Owen. No
Keir. No eavesdropping guards of the king. It was just the two of us. I looked
down at my lavender and gray dress, feeling the dirt and exhaustion of the
day come crashing in.
“Jorah?” he asked again, this time more gently.
I wiped at my eyes. “What?”
His stance was as sharp as ever. How he’d managed to get me out of a
bind back there was beyond me.
“Are you all right?”
“No, I’m not all right, Krew,” I snapped. “I just tried to run away tonight.
I almost did. Which we both know would have eventually ended in my
arrest.”
He dipped his head toward me. “You wouldn’t have gotten far. I would
have made sure I found you first.”
I took a shaky breath, feeling the panic returning. “This is not okay. None
of this is okay. I am in your Assemblage now?” I gasped a breath. “Renna
and Molly are my best friends.”
“They’ll be fine,” he offered nonchalantly.
He obviously knew nothing about women, then. I looked up at the ceiling.
Trying to keep it together.
Krew strode toward me in three steps and rested a hand on my shoulder.
“Breathe please, Jorah.”
Why were he and Owen always telling me that?
I couldn’t help but obey, though. Like my very lungs knew he was right
and listened while the rest of me was annoyed with him.
“Yes. You are in my Assemblage now. And yes, it’s not ideal. For either
of us. But I would have helped you sooner had I only known how bad things
had gotten with Keir. That you felt trapped.” He stopped to rub a finger
across his brow. “From this point forward, you and I are a team. You are
done doing things solo, okay? I promise to do my best to get you your
freedom as fast as possible. But since we had to make it seem like we . . .
couldn’t keep our hands off one another . . .”
My mind went back to kissing him by the hedge. Had it been that intense
because he was decent at it, or had it been that intense because we’d both had
to sell it in order to get me out of the king’s hands? Life and death and all
that?
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