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
“We’re not—” Gadriel bit back annoyance, overcoming whatever agitation he felt with her by breathing through his nose. She felt a spike of pleasure at his agitation; her lone moment of joy this evening would be in not giving this man whatever it was he felt entitled to.
“Gad, she’s—”
“I know.” Gadriel cut off his friend with a sharp, silencing look. He finally cooled enough to say, “You’re going to need our help, whether or not you understand as much at the moment.”
Amaris untethered Cobb and made a few steps to lead him out of the forest, the brambles and thickets crunching beneath his weight. He’d been marvelously unbothered by the tumultuous events of the evening. She waved a few fingers over her shoulder as she said, “Great, I’m sure an army of the damned is exactly what I need to have Queen Moirai opening me with welcome arms.”
While she began to lead Cobb away, Gadriel chided her. “Go—see if you can salvage what’s left of your friendship. Let me know when you manage to relieve yourself from that attitude and see my offer to help for the asset that it is.”
Zaccai wasn’t nearly as sour as his general. He kept his tone level as he said, “For what it’s worth, I’m pretty sure I’d find it in my heart to forgive you if it were me. We’ll meet you on the other side of the city within the next few days. If you’re anywhere near the road, we’ll be able to find you.”
“Don’t bother,” she called.
“Wait, witchling—”
Cobb nickered in annoyance as the fae invaded their space.
“Stop it, demon!”
Gadriel ignored her, his rough hand chafing her forearm with his hold for the second time that night. She looked down at where his hand encircled her arm, then back up at him, feeling a spike of heat at the closeness of his body and the intensity of his gaze.
“You’ve saved us, and I don’t even know your name.”
She motioned to shake off the manacles of his grip, but he denied her the liberty, holding her to him. He took a step closer until there was almost no space between them. Amaris’s throat bobbed to counter her flooded senses, from anger and adrenaline to the vague spice of pepper, leather, and something dark and sweet. She barely kept the scowl from her face as she answered.
“Amaris.”
He seemed to chew on the name with a bit of a smirk, as if appreciating a dark, private joke. When he finally spoke, it was a whisper.
“Of course it is.”
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