LOGINOn a whim, I try to roll him over, not expecting the iron cage of his arms to so much as shift. But he flips easily with a soft noise of surprise. I pull back, worried.“Apologies.” He smiles ruefully and taps the bandage on his face—on the side I rolled him to. “I think this will take some getting
“Oh.” I glance at Amval. Cirocco waits by his shoulder, clearly about to demand something similar. All the pressures of life suddenly descend back into place. With Kaloni dead, Amval has no rival for the crown. There’s going to be a coronation and then months of cleaning up what happened here. I’m g
Ingrid“The Goddess’ will is often far more complicated than any of us can guess,” Halit says, blood streaked on her cheek from the arrow she took to the shoulder before fleeing the altar.Laughter ripples through the temple. I know, from my second march up here, that the healthy hold up the wounded
And that is his mistake. The heartbeat he wastes on gloating gives me just enough time to slash at his unprotected throat, tearing through fur and old scar tissue.Blood waterfalls onto me, hot and fast. I wriggle out of the way before he crumples. Dead.Or at least it seems so. My halved vision mak
Amval“She will never be ready to marry my brother!” I shout as I storm into the packed temple, a sword lifted high above my head and a trail of allies collected from every corner of the palace behind me.Gasps ripple through the crowd, buoying my name forward. Ingrid turns, her jaw falling slack. T
I suck in a breath through my gritted teeth as Halit intones about the complexities of fate, how perhaps Amval dying was all part of Her cosmic plan for Cirocco and I to end up together. Maybe it was part of Her cosmic plan for me to punch a holy woman in the mouth.No. Joli is counting on me. Light
It’s for the best. Even if he keeps adjusting his feet to stand as carefully on the shadow of the path as he can, protecting plants he doesn’t even know I care about.“Fine, then,” I blurt. “It’s a bet. If I win, we keep our distance. If you win—”“We attempt to look normal.” His smirk is hollow. “F
XandraI lean against the wall of the barracks as healed troops parade before me in Dun’s Crossing’s pale blue and Tansy Beach’s rich indigo. If Father were here, he’d lecture me about my posture, about failing to stand at attention for these brave men who’ve risked so much for our kingdom. But if I
“I still don’t know your name.” I climb out of bed and wrap my arms around her waist.She tenses. She always does when I bring this up. This time, I don’t let go. Battle plans are just about finished. There are troops traveling to border skirmishes as distractions as we speak. Corwyn keeps suggestin
A military power. Alpha Iraj wastes no opportunity to show off that the pack’s ancestral wind powers are staggeringly strong in him and that he has hand-picked his army for the same. Of course, his allyship is the first Corwyn would seek. No matter how often I suggest this might not come to all-out







