Being in love with Legend feels like a dream. Like you’re floating above the clouds and nothing can drag you down. Like when you’re with him, all of your greatest desires will come to fruition.

You hadn’t ever been to any of Legend’s rooms. Not in the palace, not at any of the safe houses… until now.

His bed took up nearly half of his room, with its heavy iron frame and black silk sheets, it was exactly what you would have expected. Legend lay in the middle of it; his shirt gone and he was on his stomach, sheets low enough to reveal the exquisite wings tattooed on his beautiful back.

You couldn’t hold back your smile. You knew many of his tattoos had disappeared, but you’d so badly wanted this one to be real.

The wings were as mesmerizing as you remembered. Soulless jet-black with midnight-blue veins the color of lost wishes and fallen stardust. And they were one of your favorite things about him. You wanted to reach down and trace them, to run your fingers down his spine and wake him up.

Your eyes left the wings and trailed down to his face. It looked as if he’d fallen asleep while reading. One bronzed hand held a book near his slumbering head, while hair black as raven feathers fell across his forehead. It was a very human pose, and yet his skin faintly glowed with inhuman light. He looked perfect and tempting and in that moment you felt like a girl from a fairytale who’d stumbled upon a sleeping god that would give you a prize if you woke him with a kiss.

And you were tempted to do just that, to sweep his hair back and press your lips to his brow.