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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

Her mental to-do list now read Persuade the queen to stop killing northerners, escape the castle, and kick Gadriel in his manhood, in that order.

She heard footsteps in the hall and turned to him to tell him to get lost, but the northern fae was already on the balcony, slipping into the shadows around the corner of its opened door. Amaris ran to remove the chair from the door just in time for it to swing open.

“Her Majesty will see you now.”

Forty

Her greatest acting role to date was expressing patience with Millicent, as Nox wanted nothing more than to step on the woman’s throat in pointed, high-heeled shoes. It reeked of vanilla perfume and the stench of overexplained failure as Millicent tried to rationalize the situation. She hid the vitriol that dripped from her every pore over Millicent’s lie. She painted a neutral expression over the atrocities that had been committed in the name of healing. Considering the loathing that consumed her, Nox’s ability to plaster on a mask of boredom was nothing short of an award-worthy display of thespianism.

Nox wanted to raise an unimpressed brow as the Madame’s arguments grew less and less convincing, but she resisted the urge. Instead, she allowed Millicent to explain why nothing was working. The Madame informed Nox that she had sent two of the Selkie’s girls over the past few days to plant lures and whispers about the marvels of the Selkie, but no one had the gift of suggestion quite like Emily. Millicent repeated to Nox over and over that the girls would be fine but that they could also use it as an audition of sorts to see who might serve as valuable lures for the future.

So far, the answer was no one.

Despite Millicent’s attempts, no one could lure the Captain of the Guard to Priory. They hadn’t even been able to get close enough to the armed man to try. Surely Emily would have succeeded, but she had not returned. They were left with no plan and no captain.

While none of the working girls Millicent had sent into Aubade had been able to speak to the captain directly, they’d learned all about his inglorious reputation. They’d returned with information regarding the captain’s inner circle, his regular schedule, and his reputation. The man was named Erasmus. He was said to be a nightmare of a leader for his men and was often caught leaving the tavern with a new woman more nights than not. Even if the girls hadn’t been particularly effective in setting snares, they’d gained more than enough for Nox in newfound knowledge alone. She found the information of the guard’s reputation lovely—she vastly preferred a man of low moral fiber. It was unspeakably comforting to have a target in her sights with no guilt attached, let alone one for whom she could exercise unbridled contempt.