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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

At least Malik would be fed, she thought. She inquired as to the whereabouts of her friends and debated whether or not to slip from her rooms and go to them. Though she knew they’d be in the same room soon when reunited before the queen, she hadn’t been separated from the reevers more than a handful of times over the past three years. It felt unnatural to be unable to access her brothers. Perhaps it was more than just the unfamiliarity that was disquieting.

An anomalous instinct filled her stomach with stones. She ignored it, certain it was just anxiety over the unknown. She was afraid of doing something new, and if she was to succeed, she would need to learn to adapt. Of course, the castle was unfamiliar. Of course, being bathed by servants and dressed by attendants was new. How would she survive in this world if she felt a surge of fear every time she faced a unique situation?

“Will you be needing anything else, miss?” the attendant asked. She pulled her fingers from Amaris’s hair, finally finished with the ornate braids.

Amaris stared at herself in the perfect, glassy mirror. She soaked in the snow-white hair that disappeared against the milk of her skin. She regarded the charcoal they’d smudged around her lids and gazed into the lilac eyes staring back at her. Even when she’d been up for auction at Farleigh, she hadn’t felt as dressed and stuffed like a pig off to market as she did now in Moirai’s castle.

“No, I’m fine. I’ll just stay and eat until I’m called upon. Thank you.”

Eventually, the attendants left her to her thoughts. She remained in the chair, tapping her fingers against the desk as she stared into the mirror and watched the stranger who stared back at her with impeccably clean hair and goddess-awful clothes. Amaris’s nose scrunched against the sickening smell of florals, as though she’d been bathed in perfume rather than soapy water. If she didn’t get some fresh air, her stomach would be too unsettled to appreciate dinner. She moved from the bed to the desk to the window, trying to find a comfortable spot to relax while she eyed the unfamiliar coastal food.

Amaris opened the doors to her balcony, enjoying the sea breeze that rushed in as it stole the choking scents of flowers and spiced, coastal foods from her room. Satisfied that the breeze would do its job, she abandoned the balcony in favor of the tiny buffet that had been left for her.