Chapters (64)
- Front Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Contents
- Pronunciation Guide
- Prologue
- Part One
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Part Two
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Part Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Part Four
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Epilogue
- Excerpt from The Sun and Its Shade
- The Night and Its Moon Playlist
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Back Cover
“The forces you need! You’ll need manpower if you intend to march north of the border. What do you have now, a duke and his men? A few merchants and their money? Why would you be so reckless! You can have it all! The manpower is at your fingertips! Stay here until we’ve convinced the Captain of the Guard to visit. I’m already sorting it out to send Emily to lure him to the Selkie. She was meant to go out later this week!”
Emily was an excellent lure, but Nox wasn’t comfortable sending the girl into danger more often than necessary. This was not her fight, and it wasn’t fair to continue using her. She knew that Emily would go whenever asked, particularly as Nox was involved, but the strawberry girl was fully human. She had nothing but her wits and prayers to protect her when she went out into the world to aid in their agenda.
With cool calm, Nox said, “I don’t need the Captain of the Guard. What I need is information.”
Millicent froze mid-stride. She trembled with her rage, looking like she might flip her desk. The Madame forced herself into stillness, an unusual practice for the mercurial woman. Her nostrils flared until she’d dragged in enough air to calm herself and find an authoritative tone. Nox watched all of this with the amusement of a single arched brow.
“You are being foolish. You’re letting love blind you.”
Nox was in no mood for Millicent’s temper, nor could she be swayed by her scolding. The Madame was transparent and annoying. While Millicent had never been cruel to the girls at the Selkie, she wasn’t exactly a joy as an employer either. Nox’s mouth twisted dryly as she eyed the brothel’s mighty Madame amidst her tantrum, knowing that she was privileged for her ability to disregard the rage altogether.
Nox had spent the last two years in a particularly advantageous position. After discovering her gift—or curse—Millicent had helped her to both cultivate and master it. For the first few months, the Madame had been a steadying force. Nox may have even considered the woman a mentor. Between Millicent’s greed-laced avarice and Nox’s power, they’d forged a tenuous alliance for their symbiotic destruction. As Nox learned more about the politics between the north and the south and the truth of Amaris’s ensnarement, their plan had taken shape. Millicent helped her in her hunt to gather intel on her northern enemy. They learned the weak points in Queen Moirai’s army and the best ways to access her troops. In turn, Millicent benefited directly from the array of puppets she gathered around the kingdom so that she might get closer to Farehold’s courts.