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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

“So, about last night. Should I go first, or do you want to?” she asked as she slid into the seat across from him. Tea and a plate piled high with breakfast meats were set before her moments later, the innkeeper appearing happy to be working in the quiet hours of the morning before most patrons awoke. The man tittered off with a rag and his chores, leaving them be.

Malik shrugged. “I’ll go first, though I’m not sure that I have much to tell. We were at the tavern—room already paid for. I was watching some night-haired girl with these gorgeous coal-black eyes try to get Ash into bed. The woman was a goddess. Honestly, I don’t know what happened. I would have sold my soul to have taken her for a tumble.”

She bit back her amusement. Apparently, two women had tried unsuccessfully to get Ash into bed that night. She was in good company.

“Well, I guess I’m glad you made it out with your soul.” She rolled her eyes.

He shoveled a few forkfuls of egg into his mouth and took a long sip of his tea to wash it down. The breakfast had been over-salted, but it was hot and better than the cold dried goods they ate on the road.

“Like I said,” Malik continued, “I really don’t know what happened. It was after the second time he’d tried to get up from the table. I can’t quite explain it, but the girl lost her damn mind. It was bizarre. First, they were flirting. The next thing you know, she was screaming at Ash, and by the way he stumbled backward, the other patrons thought he’d done something truly terrible to her. Isn’t insanity the curse of all beautiful women?”

“I don’t know. I’ll have to ask the next one I see.” Amaris smiled, picking at the warm center of her bread. “Did you find out what the girl was looking for? Or why on earth she thought Ash had anything to do with it?”

Malik shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe it was a case of mistaken identity.”

“Does he look a lot like his father? Maybe she knew him.”

“She did seem to single him out because he looks like he’s from the north.” Malik chewed on the information, pondering. “I suppose that could be it. Or maybe she had a thing for would-be assassins. Maybe I should make an effort to display my blades a little more prominently next time I’m drinking. One of life’s great mysteries, I guess. Honestly, sometimes the crazy ones are better lays.”

Amaris tossed her half-eaten bread at him. “You’re disgusting.”