Oh, I am getting married," Raisa said sleepily. "You promised me that if I agreed to marry you, that you would make it happen." She extended her hand, the one with the ring Han had given her, and waved it under his nose. "So. It's time to pay up.

It was a peculiar marriage of interests- Lord Averill and Captain Byrne and Lord Bayar and Han Alister agreeing on anything was as rare as gold in Ragmarket.

Just a rat, she repeated to herself. After all, there were rats in the palace. Human and otherwise. Could be worse.

I have lost everything, Han thought. Then he corrected himself. Every time I think I’ve lost everything, I find there’s still something else to lose.

How'd it go with Leesha?" "It was great! We were bad cop and bad cop!

Do not forget duty. But choose love when you can.

And they always slept better with blades beneath their beds.