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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

Nox relived the moment in the carriage over and over again, grateful she hadn’t said what had been on her mind. She had wanted to call the Madame out for her lies, to scream that she knew Amaris was alive and beholden to no captor. She knew Amaris was free and in Farehold. She knew everything. Instead, she’d tried to leave, and the evil bitch had all but killed her. How lucky she was that the woman could not hear her thoughts.

I’m going to kill you. I’m going to get better, and I’m going to watch you die.

Nox’s only satisfaction came from watching precisely how her grim condition affected the Madame. Though she couldn’t possibly burrow into Millicent’s marble skull, she knew the woman was losing her mind.

Good.

Thirty-Seven

This couldn’t be happening.

Millicent refused to believe it. She nearly tore the pins from her curls as her gloved fingers continued to work their way against her scalp, balling in her hair as she panicked.

She’d been so close, so close to everything she needed. Nox was her missing piece! Nox had basically been gift wrapped and sent to her doorstep by the All Mother herself.

Millicent was crazed. She had nearly run a threadbare line into the carpet of Nox’s room from all her fretting and pacing, watching the coal-dark eyes of the incapacitated young woman follow her back and forth in the room. She had muttered everything from excuses and apologies to pleas as Nox lay on the bed, motionless. Millicent was a harbinger of death, but her innate ability only seemed to pull her further from the things she craved, not bring her any closer to the power she desired. The powers of death that coursed through Millicent’s gray, otherworldly hand rarely brought her a single step closer to anything resembling victory. Millicent had said it herself once to Emily: death was powerful, but its influence rested only in fear. The hand of death she possessed would have her hung by the noose sooner than it would bring her nearer to any sense of fulfillment this empty life had offered.

She needed Nox to get better. She needed the girl to see reason, to forgive her, to rejoin her team. If she could heal her, perhaps the young woman would feel indebted to her. If she could explain herself and make things right, they could work together again. All she needed to do was to keep her alive. She would not let her die.