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stand next to her and shrugged. “Sure I do. I’m the Lord Batal and the Feeorin prince and the Dark Prince and the ruthless scourge and whatever else the people of this world decide to call me.”
    “Why isn’t bothersome old man on that list?” she asked him. She tried not to crack a smile, but as he leaned toward her, pressing his nose to hers, she couldn’t help the smile that came over her.
    “Saucy wench,” he teased back.
    “Meddlesome fool,” she replied, her breath a warm pant on his lips.
    She saw the mirth in his eyes and knew he was smiling, too, even if she couldn’t see it.
    “You—”
    Caden’s snort quickly cut her off. “Are you two going to kiss now?” he joked.
    Isabelle’s face flamed. She had been right there. She had wanted to. And yet she had no idea how close she had really been to capturing Zorin’s mouth with hers. For his part he seemed wholly unaffected by their almost kiss as he gave her a sheepish shrug and turned away from her.
    “You have languages now, don’t you?” Zorin asked as he met Caden’s teasing gaze.
    The boy quickly nodded and pulled another large book from a nearby shelf. On his way back to the chair, he grabbed a roll of fresh parchment and a pot of ink.
    Isabelle watched her brother closely, looking for signs of his illness returning, but he looked strong with a healthy glow. Though he was still much smaller than other boys his age and he did need to eat more.
    “Stay with him, Isabelle, attend the lesson with him,” Zorin told her as he walked toward the door. “All lessons take place in this room and his tutor should be with you shortly.”
    Isabelle balked. “I don’t need language lessons. I’ve had tutors since I was a little girl.”
    Zorin gave her a wide eyed grin. “ Das nu talin crindos tin ,” he told her, his voice beautifully deep as his tongue formed each of the words as if caressing them.
    Isabelle didn’t completely mind the shiver that his voice sent down her back. She shook of the feeling and frowned at the unfamiliar words. “That’s—”
    “Angelus,” Zorin told her with a nod. “All of our most sacred texts are written in this most ancient of our languages. You’ll need to learn it as queen.”
    “What’s that mean?” she asked, her tone softening as she saw his point.
    Zorin grinned at her. “That you’re a silly little girl if you think that you know everything.”
    Isabelle narrowed her gaze at him. “I am not silly and I’m certainly not a little girl.”
    His grin instantly widened. “Is that so? Somehow I think you lie.”
    Her mouth hung open and her cheeks went red. “What?” she sputtered.
    “See you later,” Zorin said, waving goodbye to her as he left the room.
    Isabelle flopped angrily into the nearest chair.
    “He likes you,” Caden said as he fought back his laughter.
    Isabelle shot him a dark look which only made him laugh harder until he was clutching his side. She shared a small smile with him and leaned back in the chair, letting its lavish comfort fold around her.
    “You like him, too,” Caden said to no one in particular as he inked his quill and began jotting down notes onto the parchment.
    Isabelle released a weary sigh. “You’re too young for this conversation,” she told him.
    Her brother chuckled at her. “Probably. Though I’ve been hearing that quite a bit lately. So what’s wrong? I know lots of the details about what happened with Faolan so why can’t you love Zorin?”
    “Who told you about Faolan?” she asked.
    Caden shrugged. “I’ve been picking up tidbits for months. He chose someone else, right?”
    Isabelle scrubbed her hands down her face. “Something like that,” she grumbled.
    “So if you’re ready for someone new, why not Zorin?”
    Isabelle glared at her brother’s matter-of-fact bossy attitude. She hadn’t seen him for months and he had grown so much in that time it was as if she were speaking to a completely different little boy. And the person