Mag-log inOn 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
Xander“You seem distracted,” Vedran, my pink-eyed attendant, says as he finishes fastening the line of buttons down the back of my tunic.I stare out the window at the cloud-studded Dun’s Crossing sky. The tourney flags are all gone or hanging at odd angles, three days of celebrations melting the s
I put my hand on my cock over the blanket and close my eyes. He can’t see its swift reaction, how much I want to pull him back onto this shitty mattress for another round—one I can actually remember. And I cannot see his reaction to that.Disconnected images swirl through my mind. His hand wrapped a
Perhaps I’ll run it off. My wolf is the only other shred of peace I get.A few steps outside the massive hall, Finn catches up to me. All the Solbergs do look shockingly alike—except for Candace, of course. His ice-blond hair hangs straight around his razor-sharp cheekbones, and his ice-blue eyes sh
XanderThat night, Father stands from his seat next to me. “As a token of gratitude for how you’ve welcomed us, we would like to offer you this chest, hand-painted by my own mother in anticipation of our trip.”That is our cue. I reach under the table, and at the same moment as my Beta, Corwyn, lift







