เข้าสู่ระบบOn 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
Ingrid“Thank you,” I mutter through gritted teeth to what must be the thousandth dignitary to reach our table.“Yes, thank you,” Cirocco says in a voice so even I can barely hear it. Like it’s so dull, it slides right out of my ears.“It is so wonderful you found love after such a tragedy.” The wom
AmvalI punch the burlap sack, trying to maneuver it into something comfortable. Grain crunches under my fist, but when I lay my head back down, it feels exactly the same. Morning reached the cave hours ago, but I barely slept last night. Every time I managed to pass out, I had the same dream—Kaloni
The very last shred of privacy, of control I had in this Goddess-forsaken palace, stripped away from me when I wasn’t even looking. Someone else moved my lute. Hell, if I’m reading her emphasis correctly, they may have broken it. It’s the one thing that was truly mine.“Thank you,” Cirocco says dull
“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







