Chapters (46)
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
The armory guard would have fallen to the ground if not for the assassins holding him up. When he didn’t answer, Bacchus took another swing. The guard grunted and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Kyra grew increasingly impatient as she watched. Bacchus was incompetent and soft. They would be here forever with him in charge. She ran forward and pushed him out of the way.
“Give me your knife,” she growled. When Bacchus didn’t react, she snatched it from his belt and pressed it against the guard’s throat….
Kyra woke to screams from downstairs. She panicked for a moment before realizing that the screeches were mixed with laughter. Just Flick and the girls, playing some game. She cast a hand over her eyes. It had been three days since they raided the Palace. Three straight nights of nightmares, and they weren’t getting any better. In her dreams, she was always the aggressor, the violent criminal she feared she was becoming. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt the man’s blood running over her hands.
Another chorus of laughter erupted from the kitchen, and Kyra cast off her damp blankets. Sunlight streamed through the window, and her stomach demanded breakfast. She looked around, hoping she had some leftover bread, but her room was depressingly spare. Besides her cot, there was just her equipment chest, a bag of clothes, and a bare table by the door. There was no getting around it—she’d have to go downstairs.
She’d spent the last few days in self-imposed isolation. Bella had approached Kyra several times after her breakdown, wanting to help. A few times, Kyra had almost told her everything, but she couldn’t in good conscience endanger Bella or the girls. So instead, Kyra made excuses and kept to herself. Her friends weren’t the only ones she avoided. Kyra had not returned to the Guildhouse since the raid. James would have noticed her absence by now, but she couldn’t face him. Not yet.
When Kyra stepped into the kitchen, Flick was chasing a squealing Idalee as Lettie cowered in the corner.
“Watch out, Kyra! Flick’s a felbeast!” Idalee shrieked as Flick scooped her off the floor and spun her around.
“I see.” Kyra forced a smile. “Does Bella know you’re playing these games?”
Lettie tugged on Kyra’s tunic. “We’re not scared. We just hit him on the nose and he turns into a handsome knight. Brendel told us.”