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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

There was nothing left to say. Her wishes floated from her heart to the ground like plucked feathers landing gently at her feet. It was clear from her posture that Nox’s mind was already on the road. She brushed a peck against Emily’s cheek and whispered some promise to be safe along with a quiet apology for the impending wrath that they both knew was coming from the Madame.

Nox disappeared into the darkened hall without looking over her shoulder.

Emily watched from the third-story window of the Selkie as Nox navigated out of the pleasure house and left the brothel behind her, walking swiftly down the lawn and mounting a night-black horse, matching the hair of its rider. She’d called for the Duke of Henares to send a horse and escorts, and he’d delivered without question. Two men on similarly dark horses flanked her as she urged her steed into a trot, putting as much distance between herself and the pleasure house before the citizens of Priory began to stir. The sky had scarcely begun to show hints of gray when their horses turned a corner down the cobbled streets, and Emily could see them no longer.

Twenty-Eight

Amaris had forgotten how badly horses made her legs ache. How could sitting in one spot for hours engage every muscle she had plus thirty she hadn’t remembered existed?

Despite her stiff muscles, she was thoroughly enjoying traveling the continent. Each day overflowed with new flora and fauna. The rocks ceased peeking through the soil as they ventured farther and farther from the mountains, cresting rolling hills and spectacular grasslands in between the dense clusters of trees. She even noticed shifts in architecture and garb as they went, from the thatching of roofs to the colors of tunics. They passed plenty of farmers with their wheelbarrows or carts laden with whatever might be intended to be brought back to their village for various markets in any number of towns. There had been at least a few carriages over the last several days, doubtlessly pulling a wealthy something-or-other to whatever destination the silver-spooned society members deemed worthy of their presence. At one point, a white-and-gold carriage had passed them while heading in the opposite direction. She’d only seen those colors on one other person. Amaris suppressed a shudder as she thought of the bishop who’d visited Farleigh each month. His arrival had been a recurrent signal that it was time to be weak, to make herself small, to hide.

She was not that person anymore.

The scenery wasn’t the only thing worth watching. Each time a traveler passed them on the road, she kept an eye on the stranger’s face, eager to gauge their reactions as they eyed the reevers.