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
My mark roars, and only the teeth of the key cutting into my hands keeps me from roaring with it. I can take anything this bastard throws at me. It can’t touch half the shit Father said when he thought we weren’t listening. But nobody, not even her smarmy war hawk cousin, talks about my mate that wa
Xander“Secluded in prayer?” I ask Vedran as he dances magic over my skin. “I’m going to develop a reputation for religiosity if we’re not careful.”“Can you think of another reason why the prince would disappear at such a time?”His magic bites slightly deeper with unspoken judgment. I swallow my w
FinnFuck the council meeting. Xandra doesn’t need me to cover her near-constant nausea-induced lapses in thought. That’s what I’d do for a damsel, not my Goddess-damned mate—Or my Goddess-damned friend. Whatever. If Elian were sick and hiding it from people, I’d do the exact same thing for him.Cl
Finn stands between us. “He’s doing his diplomatic duty.”“Diplomacy?” Corwyn yanks his hand across his chest, a gesture so rushed I don’t recognize it until a tendril of water reaches out of the bowl at my side and rips back my covers, revealing the scant swell of my stomach. “Is that what you call







