MasukOn 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
IngridRaven insists I eat something before I lie down, so I stumble through half of a loaf of bread before leaving for my room next door. The walls are thick enough that I can’t hear Altair playing anymore—nor can I hear the worried conversation I’m sure Kieran and Raven are having about me right n
It’s a fucking miracle.But that miracle has to wait because Luna Maris vaults onto the deck with a small squadron of guards, led by Lieutenant Sime, which parts to reveal Zdenko in manacles.“What happened?” Luna Maris demands, scanning Xandra desperately.“Your nephew,” I reply sharply before cutt
“So you think someone from Dun’s Crossing—”I shake my head. “I considered that, but my siblings didn’t do it, and I can’t come up with a motive for anyone else who came with us. Soldiers don’t care about the crown prince of another kingdom, and neither do personal staff.”She looks up at me, horrif
Some kind of product sticks to my fingers. The sort of thing that would help hair stay up and together.And I know who he is.Prince Amval Som. The stuffed shirt, who had no sense of humor and still made sure to tell me he didn’t think I was funny. Joli’s oldest brother.Oh, Goddess.Candace. I can







