Prince of the Tower (Wings and Whispers Book 1) by Aimee Clinton

Author:Aimee Clinton [Clinton, Aimee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-06-08T00:00:00+00:00

I faked sleep for as long as I could, but the smell of cooking meat had the witches stirring, and before long, the camp was filled with the sounds of life. I preoccupied myself with removing the bandage from my hand and silently marvelling at the thin, pink strip of perfectly healed skin cutting across my palm, but when I couldn’t reasonably fake it any longer, I headed out into the open, only to find myself face to face with a prince. For a second, I thought it was Idris standing before me, but then I noticed the long hair tied in a low ponytail, and I relaxed, smiling.

“Good morning.” Anwir held a little metal plate, and my stomach dropped at the sight of slightly charred meat. “Breakfast.”

He pushed the plate toward me, but I clamped my teeth together and shook my head, unable to rid myself of the image of those adorable little angels with dead, staring eyes.

“What’s the matter?”

“I don’t eat meat,” I managed, my jaw tight. “I’m a vegetarian.”

I grimaced in apology. It was sweet of him to think of me, and I wouldn’t have been so affected by the sight of meat if I hadn’t seen Idris settle down to skin the rabbits.

“What? You don’t like meat?” Anwir, to my disappointment, reacted the same way most people did when learning of my preferences. As though not eating meat was unthinkable.

“I don’t dislike it; I just don’t want anything to die for me. Thanks anyway.”

He looked slightly crestfallen, so I took pity on him. “You have mine. I don’t like a heavy breakfast anyway.”

It was an outright lie. I was often pulled from sleep by the insistent complaints of my stomach, but for some reason, I wanted to make Anwir feel better. He’d only wanted to show me kindness, after all. It was more than could be said for his brother.

The prince was quiet as we headed to the log we’d shared the previous evening, me grabbing an apple from Sage as I passed. Idris’ fire was still burning, much to my annoyance. I’d hoped Sage would admonish him, but apparently, being a royal arsehole meant he could do whatever he liked. The prince himself sat nearby, leaning against a tree trunk and staring unseeingly at the flames. His own plate of murdered rabbit lay untouched beside him. I scowled. What had he killed them for, if he wasn’t even going to eat them? So much for being hungry.

“I’ve never met anyone who doesn’t eat meat before,” Anwir mused.

Nearby, Idris stirred at the sound of his brother’s voice. Great. Was he eavesdropping? Though his eyes remained trained on the campfire, a tiny line appeared between his dark eyebrows. He was probably the type of person who would judge me for being compassionate to innocent creatures. He’d probably make a point of moaning and groaning in ecstasy as he devoured those poor bunnies, just to offend me.

“You don’t mind others eating it?” Anwir prompted, pulling my attention from his surly brother.

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