Never cross a Fae prince. And for Sky's sake, don't fall in love with one determined to ruin you. Crispin Lark Elmray is a show-off and a shameless... > Lire la suite
Never cross a Fae prince. And for Sky's sake, don't fall in love with one determined to ruin you. Crispin Lark Elmray is a show-off and a shameless flirt. The highborn females don't understand the game he's playing, but I do. Everything changed after he became the golden boy, protector of the crown and a powerful wielder of fire magic. Get too close and he's likely to light a faerie on fire. I made the mistake of mocking him as a child. Lark hasn't forgotten. I can see it in the wicked gleam of his eyes every time he looks my way. But that's not the worst of it. To admit the truth would burn me from the inside out before Lark ever conjured a single flame. Lark Half-elf. Half-Fae. For most of my life, the illustrious citizens of Dahlquist scorned me for being a halfling prince born into an unconventional family. The gentry would sooner sneer than curtsy .