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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

But the queen was unyielding, trembling with rage as she held her hand firm, pointing with all the venom in the world.

The throne room had descended into colorful chaos. Courtiers were burbling their shock. Flashes of color and jewels swam from the balconies. Metallic breastplates and the tinkling of armor filled the air around them.

“Silence her!”

Amaris fought to ignore the guards as they grabbed her arms. Her words were little more to the sentries than the mad ravings of a lunatic bouncing off the enormity of the throne room and all its finery. Courtiers continued gasping and shouting at the eruption of excitement. The reevers beside her were omitting gasps and grunts as they wormed to keep their feet on the ground. She saw none of it, heard none of it, willing herself to see only the queen.

“You will let us go! You will stop killing the northerners! You will—”

A thud deadened everything, and stars swallowed her vision. She fell to the ground as the pommel of a sword hit her over the head, and the world around her winked into black.

Forty-Two

“Captain Eramus!” a voice shouted from somewhere down the hall while the sounds of doors opening and clattering shut filled the air. The voice’s owner continued their hurried searching as they made their way toward the succubus and her prey.

Nox, still in her black, silk gown, remained perched on the torture table picking at her nails, the picture of boredom. Whatever chill she’d felt in the night had long since dissipated. It had been hours of exertion, and her muscles had warmed her body. Now she enjoyed the relaxing hours of morning as she eyed her accomplishment. Nox was careful to avoid the red-brown stains of the table before sitting down, not wanting to dirty her dress. She looked to her glazed-over captain with just her eyes, lifting her brows slightly.

“You ready, pet?”

Eramus had been redressed for some time, though the bulge in his pants as his purpling manhood throbbed beneath from its leather-tied death grip looked a bit improper. To the untrained eye, it looked merely as though he was having filthy thoughts unable to keep to himself. No one would expect the swelling castration to be anything more than a distinctly male blunder.

Her exercise in vigilante justice had taken all night. Once she had finished cracking down her punishments, ensuring he’d heard and felt every moment of his lessons, she had used what remained of her power to breathe into him the droplet of life she’d need for him to be under her charm. Hours had passed, and she had no doubt that had this room possessed any windows, cheery morning light would be filtering through. She smiled at the thought of the sun shining down on her and her painful brand of divine, feminine vengeance.