It wasn't the tattoo that had changed her, had given her repossession of her body. It was her actions, her choices. It was finding the path when it looked like there weren't any paths to be found.

You cannot force me to make my wishes now" She squared her shoulders and looked at him. "I've read texts.

Will you be my forever, Donia?

How was I to know? ... You didn't say anything.""I said lots of things," he corrected gently. "You just didn't hear them.

But you didn't need me, did you? You'd already got yourself to safety." "Sometimes, I sleep better knowing you . . . and Niall . . ." She faltered. "Love you from a safe distance," he finished. "Yes.

I am Devlin, brother and advisor to the High Queen, assassin, and keeper of order.

I don't know why certain people shine for others. I don know why you and not someone else