LOGINVeyra has survived on the borders of thirteen kingdoms that would rather forget her people than acknowledge their existence. Without a title or known lineage, she believes she is nothing more than an ordinary healer until a dying sorcerer identifies her as the last heir of the Thirteenth Ember, a power capable of changing the fate of kingdoms. Rhazek Thornvarr, the ruthless Beast King, captures her before his rivals can claim her. His beast recognizes her as his fated mate, awakening an obsession he struggles to conceal beneath his royal duties. But Veyra discovers that Rhazek authorized the destruction of the settlement where she grew up. Though he was deceived, he signed the order. Unable to forgive him, she escapes and finds refuge with Aevren Vaust, a dragon prince who offers her freedom and a different kind of love. Meanwhile, Seraphine Voss fights to become Rhazek's queen, while a conspiracy threatens all thirteen kingdoms. Veyra discovers that the magical covenant protecting their world has been corrupted by the very rulers sworn to defend it. To stop the coming war, she must restore the magic at a devastating cost: memories she can never recover. Rhazek must choose between his power and his redemption. Because the woman he cannot possess may save his kingdom, only to forget why she ever loved him.
View MorePOV: SERAPHINEI saw it.I was standing in the shadow of the eastern pillar, where I always stood. Close enough to advise him. Far enough that no one noticed me watching. I had done it for eight years, and in eight years, no one ever had.I watched him drag her chair across the stone, watched him catch her chin.I watched him turn back to the council with his face set like a man who had not just done something he could not take back.Then the meal ended, and he rose, and I saw his hand beneath the table.Her fingers, his fingers curled together like they had been doing it for years.I stayed where I was until the hall emptied. Then I walked back to my chambers and closed the door and stood with my back against it for a long time, listening to my own breathing.Eight years.I had come to this palace at twenty, a sorceress from a dying kingdom with nothing but my magic and my name. I had knelt in front of his throne and offered him both. He had taken the magic and had never asked for th
POV: RHAZEKI sent her a dress.I told myself it was practical. She had been dragged through a broken square in bloodstained clothes, and she was going to sit at my table in front of my council, and the council would read every tear in her sleeve like a weakness in me. So I sent her a dress the way I would send a uniform to a new captain.That was what I told myself.I sent it with three servants and a message that she was expected at dinner.Then I spent the next hour in the throne room doing nothing at all."Your Majesty."I looked up. Maelor Veyne stood at the foot of the dais with a stack of reports in his arms, waiting the way he always waited, patient as stone."Yes." I answered "The border reports," he said. "Three settlements have sent riders. The creatures are moving west.""Then move the eastern garrison west." I said"And the girl?" He askedI did not like the way he said it. Careful, almost gentle. The way a man said a word he wanted to watch me react to."She stays in th
POV: VEYRAThe carriage stopped, and I decided I was done being quiet.I had spent the whole ride staring out the window, counting my breaths, trying not to think about the man sitting across from me. It had not worked. I could still feel him. The heat of him, the weight of his eyes on the side of my face and the way my mark had pulsed every time he shifted in his seat.So when the door opened and he stepped out without offering me his hand, I climbed down after him and let him have it. "You cannot keep me here."Rhazek did not turn around. "You have said that already.""I will keep saying it until it becomes true." I hurried to keep pace with him. The palace rose above us, all dark stone and sharp towers, and guards fell into step on either side of me like I was something that needed containing. "I have patients in Ashfen, I have a cottage with a roof that leaks, I have a life, Your Majesty. You cannot just take it away from me.""You broke my wards." He said "I did not mean to."
POV: RHAZEKI could not let go of her wrist.I knew I should. I knew every guard in the square was watching, that Lord Fen was still face-down in the dirt, that the creatures beyond the broken wards were regrouping in the trees. I knew the smart thing, the kingly thing, was to release her, step back, and handle this the way I handled everything else.But her skin was warm under my fingers, and the mark beneath her cuff was pulsing against my palm like a second heartbeat, and something in my chest had locked onto her and refused to let go."Let me go," she said."No." I refused "I do not owe you an answer." She stated"You owe me the truth." My voice came out lower than I meant it to. "You broke the wards protecting my kingdom. You unleashed creatures that have not crossed the border in three generations. You expect me to let you walk away without an explanation?"She lifted her stubborn, defiant, infuriating chin."I was selling herbs," she said. "I was counting coppers. Your soldie
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