Chapter 219

• [Apple]
• Birdsong flits in the branches above us as I blink awake, my body sore. As a cool breeze kisses my skin the scent of crushed roses blossoms around me, the sunlight warms our bed of twisted vines.
• Carefully I try to sit up, avoiding the thorns. They move aside, refusing to pierce my flesh, responding to my movements as if they can hear my thoughts. Maybe they can, not like it will matter with my mate, King Sylvester, pushing my body back next to his, refusing to let go.