![]() In Command: An Aunare Chronicles Novella
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play -- EXCERPT: “Almya. I’m not wearing—” A throat cleared, and I didn’t even turn around. “Roan. Best friend or not, I’m going to murder you if you keep coming in here.” “Not Roan.” I glanced over my shoulder. Lorne. He was leaning against the edge of the door, watching me with his aquamarine gaze that seemed to see through me. My heart picked up, and I could feel myself giving him a stupid grin, but I couldn’t stop it. “Hey.” “Hi.” His gaze ran down my body and slowly back up, heating every inch of me. “As fashion-forward as I usually am, I think it’s probably best if you find something else for the meeting. Quickly.” I turned back to Almya, who was still smiling—although now it looked too forced—and holding out two dresses for me to choose from. She held one out a little farther, giving it a little shake. “This one would look lovely on you, and it’s perfect for the—” I shook my head. “If you would just listen to me—” “Amihanna. My love,” Lorne said softly. “I’ve been standing here for a moment, and I heard more than enough about what’s going on. The thing to remember—” “Is that I hate dresses,” I said to Almya, hoping that she would listen. “Hate. Dresses.” “That’s not what I was going to say.” I turned to him, annoyed and struggling to remember that I wasn’t annoyed at him. “What?” “The thing to remember is that you are the future queen. Not Almya.” He gave her a short, pitying glance before focusing on me again. “You decide what you do, what you say, what you wear.” He slowly walked toward me as he spoke. “So, put something on already.” He brushed a quick kiss on my lips. ![]()
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