The Faerie Thief: The Ruby Queen’s Garden 004
“A rebel, Your Majesty?” Gwyn winced. Her voice was at least an octave too high and a shade too weak.
The queen didn’t say anything; she just looked at Gwyn, her eyes the color of night and twice as unforgiving. Auburn curls fell in soft waves against her face, the only part of her that was gentle. The queen’s poppy-red skirts unfurled about her legs like petals that had bloomed to their fullest.
And she smiled with scarlet lips that hid hungry teeth.
The yellow rose twisted in Gwyn’s hand, and she wished she’d thought to hide it away the moment her cousin had given it to her. Hope and beauty didn’t last long in the Garden, not without the Ruby Queen’s permission.
Permission she never gave to anyone but herself.