GrayOleander
With the war coming they're going to need all the help they can get.
She's been avoiding the fight for 500 years. After most of her family get killed in a war hundreds of years ago, she vowed to stop fighting, but they need her to help in this war more than ever.
He's a spymaster, a Shadowsinger, a member on the court. He hates asking for help, but he needs hers.
After she makes a deal with the shadow man, she's thrust into a life she tried to forget. Shame and regrets eat at both of them, but can they survive long enough to make it through the war?
"She lifted her chin; her blue eyes met his hazel ones. They didn't look away. She had a love-hate relationship with how beautiful he was. She loved it because she could look at him all day, but at the same time she hated it because she wanted to break his nose so he wouldn't be so damned beautiful.
She studied the way his dark hair fell perfectly over the golden-brown skin of his forehead. The elegant line of his lightly stubbled jaw. His lips. It's like the cauldron spent extra time working on his mouth. The mouth that she's spent so much time kissing so long ago. She knows what his mouth looks like swollen from kissing, what it tastes like."