Valek was liquid in motion. As i watched him, one word came to mind: beautiful.

You've slipped under my skin, invaded my blood and seized my heart.

(...) Le tiré de la camisa, queriendo besa su piel.
Él se apartó y se irguió.
-¿En la sala de guerra, amor? ¿Y si entra alguien?
Yo me puse en pie y le quité la camisa.
-Entonces tendrán una historia muy buena que contar.
-¿Una historia muy buena? - dijo él, y fingió que se ofendía.
-Demuéstrame lo contrario.
A él se le iluminaron los ojos con el desafío.

When you warned me that you would test me from time to time, I thought you meant spiking my food. But it seems there is more than one way to poison a person’s heart, and it doesn’t even require a meal.

Besides, thinking kind thoughts about Valek could be extremely dangerous. I could admire his skills, and be relieved when he was on my side in a fight. But for a rat to like the cat? That scenario ended only one way. With one dead rat.

Anything else you want to tell me?” I asked Valek as we stopped a few feet short of the castle’s south entrance. “Did Ari and Janco set me up for Nix’s attack? Do you have another test of loyalty for me up your sleeve? Maybe the next time, I’ll actually fail. A prospect that seems appealing!” I pushed away Valek’s supporting arm. “When you warned me that you would test me from time to time, I thought you meant spiking my food. But it seems there is more than one way to poison a person’s heart, and it doesn’t even require a meal.