Kaida grew up in two worlds--a child in the Manor raised by Sabah before she was granted Citzenship. But the only place she has ever felt like she's belonged is with Cedric and Guin, the boys she grew up with.
When Cedric's involvement in a rebel faction goes wrong, the Commission exiles her and holds Guin hostage. Now, she's on her own for the first time, and searching for the sister who left her behind and a princess who was stolen from the City--and then she stumbles across a face from the past.
Hawke has been an outcast since his Tribe died. When he finds Sabah's sister on the road, he agrees to help her. But as they search the wilds and grow closer, his disdain for her is slowly replaced by a deep attraction for the girl who faces every challenge so bravely.
And as the City's deadline dwindles, and the boy she loves hangs in the balance, Hawke is left to wonder if he is protecting her, or if he the biggest threat she will face.
It's times like these that I miss Guin the most. Times when I'm wrapped up in my own head and I need someone to talk it out with. Guin has always been the one to calm my thoughts, to make me see things in a reasonable light, to make them fit in a way that makes sense. Cedric is too wild and impulsive for that—too hot tempered and emotional.
The part of Guin that is a good scientist—and if I'm honest, that's the majority of him—is too even and steady for the headier emotions. It's what makes him so different from Cedric.
Cedric is hot fire, stormy emotions, fierce kisses and intense sex.
Guin is quiet, steady as the darkness and the Falls, sweet affection and long lovemaking.
I would be lost without them. I need both. We've been together, just us three, since Sabah left us to chase her ban-wolf into the wilds. No one in the Manor had time for us. We were too old to need care and too young to be really useful.
They held me together, then and after, when the plague came and Sabah vanished again. When the furious Prince sent his Keepers to swarm our home, searching for the sister who hadn't bothered with goodbye.
They held me together; we held each other together. Guin, though. He was the steady leg of our triad, and I miss him, a bone deep ache of loss that I've been trying desperately not to think about. But sitting here, in a stranger's bed, I can't help but think of him.
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