ログインOn 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
“Ignoring me does.” Xandra struggles to her feet. I lurch forward, grab her arm for support as she sways, and she glares at me. “Treating me like I’m going to break does. Would you have treated Xander like this?”I don’t let go. Better she be furious with me than collapse out here. “Maybe I fucking
But Mother needs me. Otherwise, she would not offer this.“All right,” I say. “Let us face the music.”***“Who is this?” Lord—General Zdenko demands in the tight cellar they apparently hold their most vital meetings in.Lord Denidor peers through the thin gloom left behind by the pair of flickering
“Where are you?” I ask Elian through the mind-link. The troubles everyone has been having with them don’t seem to affect us, probably because Dun’s Crossing isn’t at war with itself.“The ring,” he replies.I arrive at what passes as a training ground here—a flat ring of dirt, outside the main town,
I slam my fist into it in reply. They can’t fucking do this to me. Kieran might not be here, but he knows where the fuck I am. Tansy Beach still needs our men—My heart skips a beat.“Elian!” I yell through the mind-link, desperately trying again..“Yeah?” he finally replies.Casual. Alive. Probably







