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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

Her smile was unchanging, ever the picture of grace, but something nearly reptilian had twitched in her eye at his question. This was not a woman used to men rebuffing her advances.

She kept her tone unbothered, bordering on flirtatious. “Tell me about yourself, traveler. Are you also from the coast?”

He shook his head, returning to his ale. “That’s where I’m headed. I’m from up north, just into the mountains.”

“The north, you say,” she repeated. Once again, there was something imperceptibly ominous within her easy smile. It was a glint behind her dark eyes that he couldn’t quite place, though he felt quite sure that whatever he saw was something untamed and predatory. “That must be why such a handsome young man is armed to the teeth. Who would think one gentleman would need this many bows and blades? Treacherous roads, I hear.”

“It’s just the one bow, miss. But you can never have too many blades.”

“Mmm.” She nodded amicably. She seemed to consider the swords and daggers as she drank deeply from her glass. The reddish-purple liquid nearly matched the ripened blackberry shade of her lips.

Every moment that passed, Ash became more and more certain of…something. She was beautiful—perhaps even the most radiant woman he’d ever seen. But there was a sinister edge to her beauty. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, like a word on the tip of his tongue. The jovial sounds of the alehouse didn’t match their exchange. The music was too bright and the laughter too loud for the rising suspicion he shouldered.

The men at the tables around him eyed him with thinly veiled envy. Surely they were asking themselves what a ruddy demi-fae would have to offer a woman of her caliber. Perhaps she was a thrill-seeker, he told himself, as occasionally women would see the arch of his ears and seek him out just to have lain with one of his kind. The stares from the neighboring barflies assured him once he left, the men would be swarming the table. Perhaps it was time to let them have their shot.

Ash was ready for a bath and a good night’s sleep. He exhaled, looking for his exit. Maybe Malik would give him a few minutes to himself in the room while he thought of the beautiful body hidden just below the curtain of her generously revealing dress. He had no doubt that making love to her would be the most spectacular event of any man’s life. She had the hungry look of a true man-eater, after all.