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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

Nox wouldn’t forgive Millicent. She hadn’t forgotten the loathing, the blame, the bitterness of chewed lemon rinds that filled her mouth whenever she thought of the Madame. Still, whether she liked it or not, she’d succumbed to the Law of Recency when it came to her feelings regarding the lady of the house. Perhaps it had been the familiarity of their now regular interactions. The informality of their relationship over the past two years had begun to smooth the edges of even her most awful memories of Millicent, leaving a begrudging companionship in its place.

A lot could change in two years.

Millicent had been mournful when she’d informed Nox of just how terrible the events had been in the courtyard. She’d hung the curled ringlets of her head in pity as she told the young girl that she had been standing on the cobblestones in front of Farleigh as the silver sprite had rushed from the house, intent on escaping to the woods. Nox had known Amaris had run. Nox had known that Amaris would do anything to avoid going to the brothel, and Millicent hadn’t denied it. The Madame had paused sadly in her tale, murmuring over how Amaris had traded an unfamiliar devil for the one she could have known. The assassin had seen a vulnerable girl running for the woods and abducted her. The women in the courtyard had been helpless to stop it as the villain had swept her up amidst her cries.

Nox’s memory pressed on, forcing her to relive every detail. Millicent said she had shrieked for the matrons to do something, horrified that they had let such a man in their walls, but the agent of Raascot had urged his horse into a gallop and sprinted toward his northern borders. Millicent had sworn never to deal with Farleigh again after that, knowing now that they allowed men to take advantage of the young women they were sworn to protect. At the Selkie, she’d said, the women were empowered. It was a place where men and the blood of their bulges were merely a tool for money or, even more importantly, for information. The stupidity of the brutish sex was little more than a weapon for the cunnings of women.

The musician playing the song of Nox’s memories took a bow, allowing another of the battling minstrels to take his place. Her restless mind shifted to her ever-evolving understanding of the world around her.