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Chapters (64)
  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
  6. Pronunciation Guide
  7. Prologue
  8. Part One
  9. One
  10. Two
  11. Three
  12. Four
  13. Five
  14. Six
  15. Seven
  16. Eight
  17. Nine
  18. Ten
  19. Eleven
  20. Twelve
  21. Thirteen
  22. Part Two
  23. Fourteen
  24. Fifteen
  25. Sixteen
  26. Seventeen
  27. Eighteen
  28. Nineteen
  29. Twenty
  30. Twenty-One
  31. Twenty-Two
  32. Twenty-Three
  33. Part Three
  34. Twenty-Four
  35. Twenty-Five
  36. Twenty-Six
  37. Twenty-Seven
  38. Twenty-Eight
  39. Twenty-Nine
  40. Thirty
  41. Thirty-One
  42. Thirty-Two
  43. Thirty-Three
  44. Thirty-Four
  45. Thirty-Five
  46. Part Four
  47. Thirty-Six
  48. Thirty-Seven
  49. Thirty-Eight
  50. Thirty-Nine
  51. Forty
  52. Forty-One
  53. Forty-Two
  54. Forty-Three
  55. Forty-Four
  56. Forty-Five
  57. Forty-Six
  58. Forty-Seven
  59. Epilogue
  60. Excerpt from The Sun and Its Shade
  61. The Night and Its Moon Playlist
  62. Acknowledgments
  63. About the Author
  64. Back Cover

She leaned in close, her mouth brushing his ear so only he could hear. She smiled as she said, “Sorry about hurting your favorite part.”

He put both hands on either side of her knee to hold the pressure off his windpipe, but he had accepted defeat.

“I’m sure I’ll think of a way for you to make it up to me,” he said.

Amaris hopped to her feet, helping her sparring partner up with an outstretched hand. The reevers patted her on the back with heavy, calloused hands. At least two of them continued to cry foul about her cheap shot, but the others agreed that Ash would need to keep his vulnerable places guarded in battle to anticipate the enemy. She was the undisputed victor.

The time had come for pork, summer fruits, and ale. It was a little early in the day for the beer to flow as freely as it did, but between the dramatic retellings of the match, one would think that they hadn’t all just been present at the same event. The men kept filling her mug, teasing Ash for leaving his manhood exposed. Malik defended him, pink in the face as the men ruffled his golden hair. The dining hall was thick with the smell of their sweat, their dirt, and their day. The food was hot, the laughs came easily, and their hearts were light. Here at the keep, Amaris knew she was with her blood, her family.

Twenty

Nox dragged her gaze slowly across her target. He hadn’t seen her yet, and for at least a moment longer, she’d keep it that way.

The man was young and handsome in the rakish sort of way one rarely saw in Priory. She’d kept her eyes trained loosely on him while he made his way through the incense-laden haze of the lounge. Elegant tufts and silks lined the room, a few pillows with patrons already lounging on them as young women listened intently, feigning interest in crop yields or investments or politics. Aside from the boring chatter of patrons and the women who pretended to be enthralled, their in-house musician was a rather pretty woman whose fingers moved deftly and softly over her lute. The musician always knew what songs to play, picking up the tune when she read the room to encourage excitement, and selecting slow, sad ballads if the women needed to pander to emotional connections. Presently, the lutist plucked the pleasant cords of a song with no name, merely creating ambiance for the patrons and girls working the floor alike.