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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 refused to feel guilt, even if her manipulation of Farehold’s nobility and power structure was technically treason. Nox and Queen Moirai had a common enemy in Raascot. She saw her actions as in line with the royal highness’s own wishes, even if the queen might not look kindly upon the unsanctioned vigilante efforts. Hopefully, if all went according to plan, the intercalation would remain undetected.

After all, what Moirai didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. But Nox would be damned if the southern queen advanced on her plans to invade the north and left Amaris imprisoned by an oversight. Amaris was an orphan without a name, as Nox had been. Who would risk their forces for a nobody? If anyone was going to liberate the moonlit girl, it would have to be her.

“The Captain of the Guard isn’t going anywhere,” Nox said with detached calm. “Once I return from Yelagin, there will be nothing but time to accrue the needed men.”

“You can’t go to Yelagin!”

“Can’t?”

Her gaze wandered away from the Madame, scanning the opulence around her instead. Millicent’s office had felt so grand the first time she was in it. Now she saw it for what it was: expensive trinkets of a hoarder, and nothing but manifestations of Millicent’s greed. She felt that avariciousness now in her insistence that Nox stay. It was no surprise that Millicent would want more. She always wanted more. More men, more forces, more titles, more power, it would never be enough no matter how long Nox remained in Priory.

She didn’t have the energy to frown at the woman, though she could feel the way her brows remained quirked in between amusement and irritation.

Nox was no idiot. She had been aware from the beginning that the Madame was using her abilities as a succubus for her own, power-hungry objectives. Every duke, lordling, official, merchant, or noble she gained belonged to them equally, which was why Millicent was so willing to lay the traps, provide the lures, and facilitate the snares. Nox knew that Millicent’s help was not altruistic and that the Madame would do nothing if it didn’t serve her. Nox would have remained a no-named servant to the Selkie if she hadn’t proven herself valuable. But her worth had rapidly transcended numbers or objects or things. She was more of a treasure than anything Millicent could deign to possess. Perhaps Millicent bought people, traded in secrets, and hoarded coin. But when Nox took someone up to her room, she didn’t simply receive payment for the hour—she took everything.