ログインOn 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
Sash looks at the stains around the seal, the delicate way I’m holding the letter. “You think—”“What else?” Father was no military genius. He was just a man willing to take the path that repulsed everyone else.Sash’s eyes dart from the letter to me. “How did you recognize that?”And there it is. T
“None of us are just now.” King Iraj rubs a tired hand over his face, and I realize the usually clean-shaven king is covered in stubble. “We have been preparing for a funeral, but guest quarters are low on the priority list.”“I’ll stay—” Joli elbows me, somehow predicting that I was about to mentio
I’m doing everything I can, I tell it. He’s dead. There’s no being with him. There’s just this.Somehow, that doesn’t improve the situation.By the time I reach the door, I’m hunched over with pain and exhaustion. I barely notice that it’s already open because the word stairs finally sinks in. My wo
IngridThe door doesn’t latch behind me.Shit.I whip around and watch… that groom in the veil slide into my room.Confusion is a luxury. I throw myself across the tiny space and cover the slapdash arrangement of paper scraps I’ve been organizing my theories with on the desk. “What do you think you’







