But everyone knows they’re still smarting from it. And Lord Faruk isn’t stupid, though he might be slimy. He could have learned from his ancestors’ mistakes—and his cousin Rowena’s successes—that the only real way to remove a Som from the throne is to attack us in the dark, like cowards.“I believe
Amval“I swear by every star, it’s not usually like this,” Tek grumbles to me a few days later.I can only nod in agreement. To actually open my mouth and speak would expend valuable energy that I need to be able to lift the massive Snowcrest Canyon harnesses off their towering, shaggy horses.For t
“I am sorry. I’m sure that hurts.” He shakes his head. “But very few people realize just how much freedom that grants.”“I made whatever freedom I have.” And I’m damn proud of it.“It must seem that way to you.” His amber gaze goes distant. “My grandfather lost the kingdom. I would like to say it wa
“Exactly.” I strum a chord, starting to get wrapped up in the quick back-and-forth. “Which would be why someone took you away to kill you somewhere else.”“Three deaths, three so-called accidents,” he snarls. “Someone is trying very hard to keep their hands clean.”“And they are clearly not afraid t
IngridAfter a long afternoon of talking Joli into one of my most ornate dresses, then hiding from Kaloni around the palace with Joli in a ballgown, I sit on my bed, tuning my lute. My pillow sings to me. I’m completely exhausted, but I know I won’t sleep.There’s too much in my head. Amval, the car
I won. Sahin has always been a pushover, if you know how to talk to him, and Iltas’s mother threw herself on me, weeping.For now, I push that thought away and keep searching. The curtains in the carriage are stained but whole, and one of the benches is stll clean. I wrench it out and toss it in a p