here’s a snippet:
Sidney never thought he was goingto see the sun again.
He’d made his peace with it. He hadn’t wanted to die, but death was placed
before him and—and at least it was supposed to have been painless. There were worse fates than a quick death you
never feel, especially when it insured Taylor’s safety, at least for one more
Waking up, becoming aware again
after the priests poured their draught down his throat, is a surprise. Finding the King in bed with him, serving him
water and watching him with dark, curious eyes, is so far beyond surprising
that Sidney cannot even process it.
Sidney’s body aches, muscles sore in strange places, and the King’s
hands are gentle and proprietary on his skin.
Sidney wants to shy away from his
body, this man who took him from his home, who he was sacrificed to. He can’t stop himself from shivering under
the hot press of his fingertips. “I
would keep you,” the King says, leaning in and kissing Sidney’s mouth and
Sidney trembles, and takes the only option set before him which seems sensible.
He tilts his head and gives in to
the kiss, his heart racing in his chest and burning in his veins. The King makes a deep, pleased sound, curls
his hand around the back of Sidney’s head and Sidney—Sidney thinks maybe he
will live to see another sunrise.