LOGINNatashaI step out of my tent, fully dressed for the day, and nearly run smack into Sebastian. We both pull back at the last second, and I feel highly aware of close we came to touching.“Sorry,” I mutter.“My fault,” he mutters back. “I was just coming to find you.”I raise my eyebrows in surprise.
Owen“What the…” Diego sputters out as I slam the door behind us. I’ve brought us into the music room which is empty save for a smattering of instruments.I stare Diego down more intensely than I mean to. “What of Natasha?”My brother seems immediately on his guard. “What of her?”“Did they believe
Owen“Isaiah,” I call from the threshold to the library. The first shelf has been completely redone, and its sisters line the walls in various forms of completion.One of my most trusted guards, the one who befriended Amelia, the one who I struggle to be near for the way he reminds me of her, approa
NatashaI don’t stay at the campfire for long after Carolina and Missy are dragged off to bed by the man I found out is their uncle.I didn’t have the heart to ask where their parents are.“I think I’ll get some sleep,” I say as I stand. I’m surprised when people I’ve just newly met through Carolina
Sebastian’s smile grows impossibly wider. “Of course. You don’t have to ask my permission to talk to her.”“That’s what I said!” a male adult a few seats away says. He must be their dad or otherwise guardian.“Yeah, but,” Carolina says, glancing nervously at me again. She lowers her voice as she ret
NatashaDante was brought back to the kingdom this morning. He spent one night in the First Quarter, and warriors took shifts watching over him as he slept.Sebastian and another Sun Warrior I don’t know bagged him at dawn and walked him back to the Red Forest to find his way home. I wanted to go wi
OwenI am completely on edge as the sun sets while we’re still between camps. I ask Ava to walk ahead with Amelia in the middle and me in the rear so I can watch both their backs, but honestly part of me wants to make sure I have an eye on Ava to make sure she doesn’t come after my pet.Again.My ch
Amelia“It’s not the arrowhead, just the fact that the weapon was made of silver,” Prince Owen replies, as if it’s a sufficient response.“Okay... so why is it significant that the weapon was made of silver?” My question echoes slightly down the pitch-black tunnel over the sounds of our steps.“What
OwenI discard the piece of my shirt that I had wrapped around Amelia’s hand, examining the wound further. I reach for the salve to stave off infection, but I hesitate. Since I couldn’t see exactly what it was that cut her, I don’t know what might have mixed in with her blood.“I think we better was
OwenI knock on Amelia’s bedroom door and wait.She opens it a sliver to see who it is. When our eyes meet, she doesn’t open it any wider.I suppose I deserve that.Her blue eyes are guarded, and my heart clenches at the sight. Knowing my accusations, my walking away from her did that.“Change into







