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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

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.

The pub had been like any other. It was full of patrons and wenches and the smell of spilled beer, hot with the crackles of fire and the warmth of bodies. The roar of men seemed to ebb as she entered and faces turned to regard her. Her opening move in this match had been little more than walking through the door. Nox was aware of the effect she had on men, especially since she’d recently fed on a drunken bastard who’d deserved a fate worse than the death that swallowed him in her bed. The recent feeding had set her skin aglow with an unearthly beauty, making her all the more alluring. She was glad he was dead. Any person who would touch an immobilized woman shouldn’t have just been killed, he should have been hung from the city square by the bloodied stump of his ripped-apart manhood. Once Nox had the captain under her guise, perhaps she would see to it that he implement precisely that as the new punishment as the law of the land for any man who forced himself on another. The hatred fueled her, manifesting itself as the glimmer of beauty. She was glowing and she knew it. She was the perfect bait.

Nox removed her royal-blue cloak, feeling greedy eyes on her as her dress worked its delectable magic. Her black, silk dress was the ultimate temptation. It had been her favorite weapon on more than one occasion. Her stunning, curve-hugging gown was a pawn in the game in its own right. The piece revealed enough to let others know that she was confident and sensual, while covering enough to make them want to see what secrets it kept beneath the contours of its fabric.

She relaxed into its effectiveness. It had never failed her.