I’m a little obsessed with this chapter.
Aaron’s speech here is another thing I’ve been sitting on for almost 10 years. I’m happy to finally share it.
I was frustrated that The Viscount wanted to ride out with me. I don’t hate him anymore, now it’s more like a low humming annoyance. He’s still to flippant, and casual about Lisette, about the next step.
And I don’t like the way he flirts with me. But it’s his land and I couldn’t very well say he couldn’t come on this ride with me. We were rushing through the woods, when he stopped, I did too after a bit and tracked back to him.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“We shouldn’t go further,” he said and dismounted. I looked at him.
“Why?” I asked softly. “Are you going to tell me the woods are haunted, Viscount? That the tortured bride of one of your ancestors walks the woods?” He shook his head.
“Nothing that specific,” he said, “but we’re nearing where Brayton burned out the woods to find the King…
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