I lean toward him, close enough for a kiss. His eyes widen. The look in his face is some commingling of panic and desire. It is a heady feeling, having power over someone. Over 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯, who I never thought had any feelings at all.
“You really do want me,” I say, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath as it hitches. “And you 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 it.” I change the angle of the knife, turning it so it’s against his neck. He doesn’t look nearly as alarmed by that as I might expect.
Not nearly as alarmed as when I bring my mouth to his.
-The Cruel Prince-
By Holly Black
Guys this took me so long but it was so worth itttt 🥲
P.s. Cardan smiles when he is nervous 🤭












