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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

Her voice was soft, almost cooing as she closed her large, dark eyes slowly, then opened them again. “You can forget about me, though I hope you won’t, because I could never let you go. Or you can wait, and I will come find you. I’m going to find you, Amaris,” she promised. Her fingers moved from where they’d been in Amaris’s hair and gently cupped the side of her face, one thumb tracing softly down the length of her most prominent scar. “You look different too, you know.”

She swallowed, echoing the sentiment. “Time will do that.”

Amaris raised her body from where it had rested comfortably against the soft curves of Nox’s soft curves. The young woman before her was nothing like the childhood friend she remembered. She was fifteen the last time she’d truly curled against Nox. She had been weak, unmarred, and naive. Now she was a scarred, war-ready adult. She felt a knife through her heart as she eyed the dark-haired girl beside her, thinking of all that had changed. Amaris twisted her torso to truly soak in Nox’s features.

Her eyes grazed over the edge of Nox’s jaw, following the curve that drew a line from her ears to her bare shoulders. She shouldn’t let her eyes dip, she told herself, but she did it anyway. Amaris’s gaze dropped to the sharp collarbone and the thin collar of the silken nightdress that rested just barely covering the peaks of her breasts. Her gentle lines curved in an hourglass as her waist released its arc in lovely, wide hips. Nox’s lips were parted against her quiet breath.

Amaris leaned her body toward her beautiful counterpart, but she was not closing the distance between them for an embrace. An ache in her belly clutched at her, lower and more primal than hunger. It was like thirst. It was curiosity and questions and yearning tingling against her lips and tongue. She felt an unfamiliar need tug at her as she looked at Nox. Maybe it was because she’d fallen asleep after Ash’s invitation to come to bed and the unrealized anticipation she’d built alone in the warm waters of her bath. Maybe it was something else entirely. All she knew was that she wanted to be closer.

“I’ve missed you too” was all Amaris could say.