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Chapters (63)
  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
  5. Pronunciation Guide
  6. Prologue
  7. Part One
  8. One
  9. Two
  10. Three
  11. Four
  12. Five
  13. Six
  14. Seven
  15. Eight
  16. Nine
  17. Ten
  18. Eleven
  19. Twelve
  20. Thirteen
  21. Part Two
  22. Fourteen
  23. Fifteen
  24. Sixteen
  25. Seventeen
  26. Eighteen
  27. Nineteen
  28. Twenty
  29. Twenty-One
  30. Twenty-Two
  31. Twenty-Three
  32. Part Three
  33. Twenty-Four
  34. Twenty-Five
  35. Twenty-Six
  36. Twenty-Seven
  37. Twenty-Eight
  38. Twenty-Nine
  39. Thirty
  40. Thirty-One
  41. Thirty-Two
  42. Thirty-Three
  43. Thirty-Four
  44. Thirty-Five
  45. Part Four
  46. Thirty-Six
  47. Thirty-Seven
  48. Thirty-Eight
  49. Thirty-Nine
  50. Forty
  51. Forty-One
  52. Forty-Two
  53. Forty-Three
  54. Forty-Four
  55. Forty-Five
  56. Forty-Six
  57. Forty-Seven
  58. Epilogue
  59. Excerpt from The Sun and Its Shade
  60. The Night and Its Moon Playlist
  61. Acknowledgments
  62. About the Author
  63. Back Cover

Though Nox had insisted with an air of confidence to the Madame that the captain would be at his regular tavern, she was sick with unease throughout the carriage ride. In three years, she had failed only once to lure a man. Learning that her charm was less effective on those with fae blood filled her with trepidation. What if Eramus had fae heritage?

Nox absentmindedly wondered if this also meant someone of full fae lineage would survive a night with her, though she wasn’t morbid enough to try it just for the sake of experimentation.

She stepped out of the carriage and paused, gripping the edge of the doorframe.

“Are you okay, miss?” asked the driver.

She’d never learned the man’s name, nor did it matter. She had no interest in the men Millicent kept in her employ. Nox would never see the driver again after tonight, after all. No matter what happened, she wouldn’t be returning to the brothel.

“I’m fine,” she responded unconvincingly. But she wasn’t fine, not truly. The task at hand was a drop in the venom-filled bucket of reasons why she hadn’t been fine for days.

“Shall I wait here for you then?”

She wanted to smile kindly, but didn’t have it in her to feign the emotion. She reserved her masks for her target. So she just said, “No, that won’t be necessary,” and waved him away.

Nox wasn’t sure what was more terrifying—spying silently on the demons in the barn or opening the door to the Bird and the Pony. Tonight would be her first kill as a succubus outside of the walls of the Selkie. She corrected that thought: tonight would be her first near kill, as she did intend to keep the captain alive. It would have been preferential to hunt, feed, and capture on familiar soil, but she had to work within the conditions provided. No stretch of time would have any impact on her bravery. If she went, it would be now or never.

The relief she felt when she pushed open the pub door and immediately saw Eramus sitting like a prizewinning pig in the center of the pub, surrounded by his cronies and adoring maidens, was like a cool, refreshing bucket of cold water in the suffocating summer heat. The forged note she’d taken from the calligrapher had been a gamble at best, and a death sentence at the behest of the royal family for conspiring to infiltrate the castle at worst. She was exceedingly grateful she would not have to use the document.