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
One of the toddlers shrieks at the top of their lungs, and the girl drops the soap in the dirt.I’m not worrying about questions like that anymore.I curl water out of the air and around the soap, washing it clean before the girl can even scoop it off the ground. She and Sanja both stare at me, open
“Ready to get out of your own way?” he asks. “I’m more than happy to hit you again, if not.”Xandra’s words echo through my mind. I want this—I want her. And that, apparently, means enduring Elian’s jibes.“What, then?” I spit. “What pearl of insight do you have for me?”“That the Goddess doesn’t ca
FinnCorwyn spits me out at the feet of the team of guards, all in Tansy Beach indigo, who helped him subdue me. My arm burns, but it’s nowhere near as bad as my mark, which feels like it’s sinking white-hot claws into my heart. I have to go back. Xandra needs me.A shift tingles in the back of my m
XandraThe only still points in the room are Finn’s ice-blue eyes, wavering with an indecision that threatens to gut me.Twins. The only explanation for why this pregnancy has already been so hard on me, an explanation so obvious I should have seen it coming. Corwyn’s mother was Father’s twin. They







