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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 saw life for what it was. She understood the divisions between the sexes and accepted places like the Selkie as the spy dens they really were. What better way to lure men in than to make them feel powerful, to lead them to a place where they thought they had the upper hand? How empty their heads, how blackened their hearts to think they were the ones with agency. The women who worked in the salon were underestimated, and the ability to hide in plain sight had been their truest strength, just as overlooking them was the patrons’ greatest weakness.

Nox huffed against her sheets. She lit the bedside candle, giving up on the idea of sleep altogether. She left the comfort of her sheets, walking over to the desk that rested beneath her window. She had taken to sleeping naked, preferring the silk on her skin, but she wrapped a cashmere blanket around herself as she sank into the chair at the cluttered table.

The only thing that helped silence her thoughts was pen and paper. The quill acted as a siphon, draining the chaos from her mind and channeling it into the manageable pages before her. She rested her elbows on the desk and let her fingers sink into her hair to let the funnel do its work, propping up her head as she stared at piles of loose-leaf pages all filled with cramped writing, diagrams, plots, drawings, and conspiracies.

Her desk was covered in notes and gathered information. Queen Moirai was demanding the duke’s forces go northeast to the lakeside town of Yelagin. She briefly corrected the possessive pronoun in her mind—they had been his troops before tonight. They were her troops now. Nox a satisfied smirk curled her mouth when she thought of the lordling’s slackened face and the puppet he’d become. Perhaps she was a demon, but she was a damn good one.

She returned her thoughts to the paper, scratching her questions in curling, slanted sentences.

Where else had the north been infiltrating, and what was their intent? How could she get her hands on someone high enough in their ranks to know where Amaris had been held for the past three years, and if she was even alive? She may not have known the best path forward, but she most definitely understood her end game.

Nox set down her pen, closing her eyes against the thought of a vulnerable snowflake living in the north. Because she was—living, that is. Somehow, despite going years without so much as a whisper of her silvery friend, Nox felt in her heart that she would know if Amaris’s spirit had left the earth. The tug between them was a tethering bond. She knew it would snap her in two if it were severed by death.