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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 dismounted and made her way to the bedpost to begin untying his wrists. Dazed, he was whispering something about how sensational she was, and she agreed with the low murmurs of a lover. His compliments continued spilling over his lips. She was even more beautiful, even more magnificent than ever before. She sat him up and rebuttoned his shirt. Nox pulled the translucent piece of fabric around her shoulders and tied it at the waist as she leaned into the duke.

“I need you to listen to what I’m about to tell you.”

He nodded, entranced. “Anything you say.”

Twenty-One

Nox rarely thought of how far she’d come since first seeing a corpse. She’d known since childhood that she had no taste for men, but her first true experience with one cast any doubts to the shadows.

With the duke, the reanimation process had been as simple as breathing, quite literally. She hadn’t always been this lucky. The faces of the dead did haunt her.

The first time she’d seen the lifeless face of a man had been at the Selkie.

She had arrived in Priory to work, but not on the salon floor with the others.

Nox and Millicent had scarcely entered the vanilla-scented lounge on their first tour of the property when the Madame informed her that she’d begin her servitude as a barkeep. The piece of news had been more than some small stroke of good fortune. Nox had possessed a rather charming effect on adults throughout her life and couldn’t help but feel that her gift had extended to Millicent. She didn’t need to understand the Madame’s rationale to be foolish enough to look a gift horse in the mouth. She milked her time as a barmaid, happy to run Millicent’s errands, clean the rooms after the girls had finished with their clients, and flirt with the regulars who returned night after night, if it meant avoiding the salon and the duties of the private rooms.

That was, of course, until she met Theo.