Ashes Of Roses (Tales Of The Latter Kingdoms Book 4) - Plot & Excerpts
Once again I had little opportunity to speak with my aunt, for the early hour meant that Janks was not yet abed, and so we had to settle for a few whispers setting the time for our meeting the following night before she departed and I scurried into the kitchen. But at least coming home at that hour meant I should get a fair amount of sleep…as long as my stepmother didn’t have me up before the sun preparing Jenaris and Shelynne for the ball. After I had said goodnight to Claris and laid myself down, glad that it was Mari’s job to undo the sisters’ gowns and hair and glad as well that Janks had already laid the fires, I found it more difficult to sleep than I had thought. Every time I closed my eyes I fancied I could feel Torric’s mouth against mine, his arms around me, taste the wine on his lips and smell the woodsy scent that came from his hair. The more I told myself not to dwell on such things, that I needed my rest to prepare for tomorrow, the more it seemed I recalled every detail of that kiss, of our conversation, every plane and angle of his wonderful face.
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