로그인On 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
FinnA couple of days, Kieran said when we left. We’ll be in Tansy Beach for a couple of days, maybe a week. Enough to get the soldiers settled, to make sure they actually tried peace like they promised, to be certain they have the military capabilities to not simply get our people killed. When I wa
Vito preens like a cat presenting a caught mouse. “My sister married a Hajni foot soldier. Infuriated my father, but she writes to me sometimes of what is actually occurring on our borders.”“Third-hand information, then.”“But information all the same,” Vito insists. “She says the fighting came fro
Tension muddies the air as I walk through the castle. Patrols are doubled; Dun’s Crossing boots march beside our own because we no longer have the bodies for increased security. The slightly off rhythm is another reminder. I watch a young, usually pleasant, undersecretary shove a steward out of the
The tension in my chest, the weight of all my secrets, starts to ease for the first time since I knew I had secrets to keep. He can be the king, the conqueror. I thread a hand between us, find the top of his shredded pants, and cup his cock. He jerks into my palm, and I grin.As everyone knows, as M







