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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

Ash went to Malik, grabbing his friend’s fallen sword. The golden reever had already begun obediently limping away, bound to her curse of persuasion. Ash stared at Amaris over his shoulder as they disappeared into the forest. As long as she lived, she knew that look would haunt her. She would beg for their forgiveness soon. She would do whatever it took to prove that she did not stand against them. She was one of them. She loved them. For now, she needed answers.

She was finally alone with the dark fae.

Twenty-Nine

Something about the flavor of hate made his beer taste like bile.

He scowled into the pint, unable to shake the near-tangible emotions from the night.

Ash had never punched another reever outside of the sparring ring, but now seemed like as good a time as any to start. Fury and shock felt an awful lot like loathing as he burned at the memory of Amaris commanding them to leave. He wanted to shout at her for her betrayal. He’d never been this angry with his sparring partner. He’d never been this angry with anyone. It was probably for the best that they’d left her in the woods with the beasts. Let them tear her to shreds on his behalf for all he cared. He wasn’t entirely positive he wouldn’t have killed her if he’d stayed.

He drained his beer and blanched, disgusted at the taste. It was probably a perfectly fine ale, but acrimony colored every memory as his thoughts drowned out the babble of the tavern and he recounted the evening.

Not only had Amaris chosen demons, but she’d yielded an unforgivable witchcraft against Malik—one she’d kept hidden all this time. The disgust burning within him had reduced his heart to little more than cinders. To think he’d trusted her. To think he’d fought with her. To think he’d…no. He stopped himself from wherever his mind had been tempted to wander.

They needed to create space between them and their white-haired witch before they said or did something they’d regret. He and Malik took off for the nearby city, ready to put a bitter distance between themselves and the one they’d left in the woods.

Yelagin was the halfway point between their far-off mountain home in the keep and the royal city of Aubade. As mad as they were and as eager as they felt to leave her in the woods to be eaten by ag’imni, they couldn’t fully leave Amaris behind. She was their brother-in-arms, and even if she was a mutinous, hateful witch, her place in the stocks should be for the reevers to decide as a whole. Desiring a hot bath and a night on a mattress while Malik’s shoulder healed, the men urged Nine and Fourteen into the city below, a rare treachery clouding their hearts.