เข้าสู่ระบบOn 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
I grit my teeth. He has all the subtlety of a brick to the back of the head. Obviously, he is trying to intimidate Cirocco.Bravely, my betrothed bows. “King Kieran, Queen Raven. I am pleased to meet you properly.”Kieran looks him up and down witheringly. Raven curtsies, a sleepy Vespera balanced o
AmvalI crouch on the floor of my cell, watching through the bars and ignoring the persistent ache of my wounded leg. Heels click along the stone floor—yes, there is the third round, again. There are three soldiers down here with me now, I’m sure of it.And none of them are Yasa or Pak. Those two, K
IngridSomehow, Kaloni manages to squeeze even more activities into my schedule after I pass that message to Cirocco.The night of pampering is an absolute frenzy, noblewomen attempting to slip off to bed before Kaloni or one of the other women she has clearly deputized lassoes them back in for anot
He doesn’t believe me. He lied.And now, he’s gone. Not kidnapped. Not missing. He fucking left.My blood boils.I destroy the ridiculous drawing in the dirt, grab every scrap of evidence that he was ever here, and throw it out of the cave. A net trap captures his worthless bag of supplies. The meta







