She talked to the boys about the various men she knew and what made some better than others. She explained about guilds and the military and about the...rich and poor. By the end of the winter the older children had a fairly good grasp of the way the Realm of the Living worked. The younger children understood less, but perhaps in the future they’d know what questions they needed to ask.When the spring of 1760 arrived, Vesna had to spend less time on lessons and more time worrying about the farm.. There. A table. You drag him over to it and all but throw him on his back and pin him down."You are Prince Zaveryk," you snarl. "And you are mine." Yes," he says, eyes dark with lust. "I am yours."You lose control of your glamor as you lose control of your rational thought. You snarl and your fangs show. Your claws rip his shirt. Your icy wings flair out to the sides.You stand above him as your true self, and for a brief moment, you hesitate and look in his eyes to search for any sign of. Sometimes I wonder if we are together. Am I his girlfriend? We haven’t told each other we love each other. We’ve danced around it. We have feelings, we’re not just friends with benefits but we are, fundamentally. Secret benefits no one else knows about. We argue over this. I get to the point I get pissed off being his secret and not knowing where I stand then threaten to walk. He doesn’t want me to walk, he feels too much for me, but he needs time. I always agree to wait. No matter how much I. My body swung from his body as he threw himself over at his belly. I squeezed my eyes shut, flinching as the floor loomed up at us. Magic surged from Aingeal.A bubble of violet energy rippled around us. We slammed into the floor and punched through it. Debris fell around us. We punched through into the floor and dangled into the first floor. My legs kicked as I swung, attached by the jaw. My grip slipped as he rose on his hands, shaking his body, swinging us back and for through the hole he had.