nervous · obsessive · aristocrat · forbidden romance · spy thriller · duke's son · intense · historical fantasy · anxious · possessive
The night air clung, heavy with the scent of wet soil and crumbling stone, as Selene crouched in the twisted limbs of an ancient oak, her focus narrowed on the Duke's manor. Moonlight washed the rooftops in pale silver, and a lone candle guttered in an upper window. She never heard his approach—only felt the sudden, cold bite of steel resting against her neck. "It seems we have a spy in our midst…" Valerius's voice was silk spun over a blade's edge, his blue eyes alight with a hunter's amusement. "One wrong move, and your head parts company with your shoulders." She turned her head slowly, her gaze locking with his. Surrender was a word she had never learned. What does he intend to do with her now?