LOGINHe doesn’t believe me. He lied.And now, he’s gone. Not kidnapped. Not missing. He fucking left.My blood boils.I destroy the ridiculous drawing in the dirt, grab every scrap of evidence that he was ever here, and throw it out of the cave. A net trap captures his worthless bag of supplies. The meta
IngridSomehow, Kaloni manages to squeeze even more activities into my schedule after I pass that message to Cirocco.The night of pampering is an absolute frenzy, noblewomen attempting to slip off to bed before Kaloni or one of the other women she has clearly deputized lassoes them back in for anot
“Here,” he groans. “Alive, but hurting. I thought you—”He doesn’t have to finish the sentence. He’s already been to my funeral once.“Alive, but hurting,” I repeat. “Cor—”“All right,” a woman says, her voice echoing off the stone so I can’t identify it. “I’m impressed.”Kaloni strides past the bar
AmvalAfter days and days of loneliness, pacing the confines of this mine and trying to convince myself the chart I scratched on the ground is nonsense again, someone finally speaks to me.“Amval?” Cirocco says through the mind-link.I leap to my feet. “Where are you?”“At the edge of the range,” he
Maybe, if everything goes wrong, he’ll remember that I said that. Maybe he’ll wonder if I wasn’t right all along. Maybe Kaloni can be brought to justice another way.“Is that all?” I stand.“No.” He stands to face me. “I know grief is hard—”I tut. “You already gave me this lecture. The morning afte
I grit my teeth. He has all the subtlety of a brick to the back of the head. Obviously, he is trying to intimidate Cirocco.Bravely, my betrothed bows. “King Kieran, Queen Raven. I am pleased to meet you properly.”Kieran looks him up and down witheringly. Raven curtsies, a sleepy Vespera balanced o







