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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

“Do you see a prince?” Her question was low and hurried. She widened her eyes at him, signaling her seriousness. He blinked several times at her, perhaps thinking she’d lost her mind. He was disappointed. He was horrified. He was pleading. Ash flared his nostrils, using all of his nonverbal signals to urge her to pull herself together.

Amaris couldn’t pull herself together. She looked over to the remaining reever.

“Malik!” she said in a hushed cry for help.

“Talk to them!” he urged as quietly as he could.

She looked back at the queen, realization slackening her jaw. Samael’s musings as he’d looked upon her purple eyes ran through her, just as Gadriel’s had on their second encounter. The first meeting she’d had with the leader of the reevers rang through her memory with a single sentence: “…with those eyes, I’d love to see what gifts of sight you possess.” Her mouth dried as if stuffed with cotton.

Her next statement came out, barely the ghost of a murmur. Her heart fell into her stomach. Her blood went cold. She felt as though she tasted pennies on her tongue.

Amaris swallowed. “There is no prince.”

Her voice was too quiet. The queen made a motion of annoyance, looking to the chair again and nodding. Moirai was conversing with a phantom. No one was there. Amaris blinked a second time, then a third.

It was an act. Amaris had the gift of sight. She had the gift to rightly see. She heard a ringing in her ears as she stared at the empty space beside the queen. Slightly louder, she repeated, “There is no prince.”

Her voice found purchase this time. She knew from the expression on Moirai’s face that she had been heard. The queen’s eyes instantly tightened. The woman gripped the arms of her throne, knuckles flexing white. Perhaps Amaris’s exclamation had been a mistake, but she was possessed with her realization.

“What are you doing?” Malik asked. His voice was a hoarse, desperate rasp beside her. They were losing the favor of the crown with every passing second.

“There is no prince” was all she could say, repeating herself stupidly. The pieces of the puzzle clicked together. Her heart was in her ears; her breaths, shallow. There was no prince. Everyone saw a man who was not there. They perceived something that did not exist. Everyone saw it…but her.

Why? Why?

“It’s an illusion.”