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Chapters (68)
  1. Dedication
  2. PROLOGUE
  3. THREE MONTHS LATER
  4. PART ONE ORDER
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. 7
  12. 8
  13. 9
  14. PART TWO DISCORD
  15. 10
  16. 11
  17. 12
  18. 13
  19. 14
  20. 15
  21. 16
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. PART THREE ROOTS
  32. 26
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. 31
  38. 32
  39. 33
  40. 34
  41. 35
  42. 36
  43. 37
  44. 38
  45. 39
  46. 40
  47. PART FOUR SPLINTER
  48. 41
  49. 42
  50. 43
  51. 44
  52. 45
  53. 46
  54. 47
  55. 48
  56. 49
  57. 50
  58. 51
  59. 52
  60. 53
  61. 54
  62. 55
  63. 56
  64. 57
  65. 58
  66. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  67. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  68. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

The words rattle around in my chest. “What do you mean? What are you going to do? Are you… can you…”

He rests his forehead against mine and takes a deep breath. “I don’t know what I’m going to do, B. The only thing I know right now is that we both need rest. We’ve been up all night. You need to heal. Your trainer will be here in twelve hours, I’ve got to call my dad by lunch…” He presses another soft kiss to my cheek. “Let me drive you home?”

I nod weakly because Nick’s right. We’re both exhausted, and maybe right now isn’t the best time to have serious discussions about leading a kingdom or punishing a Kingsmage, or what makes a person a monster.

But nothing about how I feel—how everything feels—seems right at all.

32

THANK GOD FOR Saturdays.

I sleep until noon, and even then I only drag myself out of bed because my bladder and growling stomach begin protesting with alternating pangs of discomfort. I glance at my image in the mirror of the bathroom and shudder.

William may have healed my injuries, but I still look like someone who’s been fighting hellcreatures. I guess even aether can’t fix that. Between the tangled, sweat-matted curls under my scarf, the bags under my eyes, and the morning breath, I feel like a hellcreature.

A hot shower, brushing my teeth, and a bit of water and leave-in conditioner on my hair do wonders. I’m still in my towel, water dripping down my neck, when I get a group text from a number I don’t recognize.

This is Tor, Pagelings. Dinner’s at five, and the training rooms open at six. Liege Roberts and Liege Hanover will be joining us. Dress appropriately. Don’t be late. Don’t embarrass us.