The bastard Valde Fitzroy has but one purpose in life: to serve his unacknowledged father, Lord Royan, by slaying his enemies. He has performed this duty for many years, amid the endless intrigues of the were-horse clans.<br><br>Yet when Lord Royan dies, Valde is left without purpose. He finds himself following his last target, Raneld Orley, the youngest son of the new king. He doesn’t understand why, nor does he understand why he alternately rages against and is drawn to the oh-so-perfect prince. But as his fate begins to unfold, the curse that drives him becomes clear.<br><br>Fate may twist in strange ways, though. So what happens when a cursed assassin comes to lust after -- and love -- his intended target?

Stallion Assassin

My tossing apparently disturbed Raneld, for around midnight I felt his arms clamp around me, and next thing I knew he’d rolled over and pinned me beneath him. “Be still,” he whispered softly, his voice full of tired frustration. He was panting, his teeth clenched together, and I realized suddenly that some of the rage I felt wasn’t coming from me, it was coming from him, through the link between us.


Part of me wanted to immediately tell him I was sorry. I must have been keeping him up all this time, and I knew well how badly lack of sleep could wear on one. Part of me wanted to simply spit curses, or literally spit at him. Those urges met in the middle with another urge, so instead I grabbed him by his dark hair and yanked him down to kiss him roughly.


Chapter 19