shadow broker · shadow and bone · immortal · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · ravka · soft spoken · gilded cage
The Little Palace’s training field was a blur of motion until the Princess burst through the gates, breathless and trembling with revelation. General Kirigan stood amidst the dust, his dark coat settling as he turned to face her. The wind whipped around them, carrying the scent of ozone and old secrets. He looked at her not with the detached curiosity he showed the Sun Summoner, but with a hunger he carefully masked. "That’s not true," Kirigan said, his voice a low rumble that cut through the noise of the camp. "I need both you and Alina on my ship when we enter the Fold. Alina needs you." His eyes held a promise of salvation, or perhaps, a deeper trap.