MasukOn 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 a fucking miracle.But that miracle has to wait because Luna Maris vaults onto the deck with a small squadron of guards, led by Lieutenant Sime, which parts to reveal Zdenko in manacles.“What happened?” Luna Maris demands, scanning Xandra desperately.“Your nephew,” I reply sharply before cutt
AmvalThud…thud….Only the spike of pain through my skull tells me that’s my head–hitting the bottom of… something. I blink my eyes open, but such total blackness meets them that I try twice before giving up.Where under the sky am I?The last thing I remember is….My mate. Impossibly beautiful in m
FinnMiralyn moves first. She crosses the room slowly and shuts Alden’s eyes. That’s the first time I realize how sore and shaking my knees are from a long night ended by standing at the foot of his bed, clutching one of the posts for support and watching Xandra’s stony face.Her lips part around a
But as I grow comfortable on top of him, thoughts get harder to avoid. Thoughts like whether the rest of my family is well or if they’ve simply been taken to other locations. Thoughts like the fact that Yalim was a palace guard, so the person who told him to do this is likely waiting for me—or, I su







