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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

Millicent nodded thoughtfully, still looking down at the book. “Yes, the murder is something we can work on. But that’s barely half of it! You’re missing the point! Look, my dear.” The vanilla-scented woman rounded her desk.

Goddess, how Nox had grown to hate that smell.

Millicent rested two hands on each of Nox’s shoulders and guided her to an ornate glass oval on the wall painted with two figures—one sporting an embellished updo of yellow curls and jewels, standing beside a truly stunning girl young woman with shimmering bronze skin and hair as inky as night. She looked at the metallic sheen of the painting for a moment. One was clearly the Madame, but the other…

Nox gasped audibly at the face that stared back at her, watching the berry-dark lips of the reflection part in synchronized surprise. It was not a painting but a mirror. The dark-haired woman within it was utterly alien. She hadn’t recognized herself at all. Nox had never been plain, per se. Her features had always been pleasant—likable, to be sure. People had never lost their breath when they looked at her. No one had flung a hand to cover their mouth the way they had when they saw Amaris’s frosted features. But this…

Could this truly be her?

The young woman who looked back at her in the mirror vibrated with a terrifying beauty. Her long, black hair came alive, as glossy and dazzling as the star-drenched sky. One could trip into her eyes, tumbling into the coal-dark trenches at the bottom of the ocean. Her lips, her breasts, her hips all seemed fuller somehow. Her skin glowed with a secret fire burning just beneath its layers, setting her aflame.

She was breathless. “It makes me beautiful?”

“Oh, my dear.” Millicent’s voice was barely a whisper. “It makes you powerful.”

Twenty-Three

Deliciously buzzed, a day-drunk Amaris stumbled her way from the dining room up toward her chambers. She felt the bright pop of the bubbles as they continued to warm her belly, body tingling from the ale. Ash had seen her leave and chased after her, waving off the good-natured reprimands of his friends and fellow reevers as they scolded him to leave her alone. He’d downed just as many pints as his sparring partner, even if he hadn’t earned them the way she had.

She’d heard him get up from the table and rolled her eyes good-naturedly, not bothering to look over her shoulder at him as she wandered off. She enjoyed the taunting from the other reevers, appreciating that they had her back, even if she didn’t mind Ash’s company. All of the reevers were uniquely bonded to their sparring partners, although their relationship their particular relationship had taken on an unusual flavor.