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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

Nox hadn’t worried about her enchantments when she’d sent the Duke of Henares from the Selkie. The toffee-haired lordling had quite the reputation for being a lazy, debaucherous noble. Diddling about his estate in Henares babbling like a drug-addled, love-sick puppy wouldn’t draw too much suspicion, as it was within his line of character to do so, relatively speaking. Nox had no doubt he’d do just fine handling himself while out of her sight. This captain, however, would require a bit more of a hands-on approach. His responsibilities were far greater, and due to the inflexibility of his title, his margin for error was practically nonexistent. Nox would have to stay close to Eramus, firmly steering him until she’d used him for everything he was worth.

She inspected her nails once more for the telltale signs of dried blood as the panicked sounds of searching echoed down the hall. She’d been using a slender knife to remove traces of her punishment but set it to the side as the noises drew nearer. Her nails were rather short given her romantic proclivities, but the speckles of blood and struggle had found their way beneath them nonetheless. She was unbothered as the noises grew nearer. She had nothing to fear. The mighty Captain of the Guard was at her side, after all.

This morning Nox had assumed that she would have the bewitched captain to escort her out of the castle, but if the commotion in the hall was any indication, it appeared now that they would be taking a detour. This was fine, of course. If Yelagin’s demons were to be believed and Amaris had need for the queen, then Nox had no problem staying close to a royal resource. There was nowhere Eramus could go that she couldn’t with him posing as her chaperone—even if it might raise more than a few eyebrows. Eramus was roughly as high-ranking and authoritative as one might get without possessing a noble title. She very much doubted anyone, save for the regents themselves, would be able to deny him his sultry, black-haired companion.

Someone—presumably a servant, from the deference used in the title—continued calling the captain’s name. The individual used the clanging of keys to lock and unlock every door in the corridor until finally the entrance to the sadistic armory flung open.

The servant’s eyes darted with surprise as his gaze flitted between the captain standing loosely in the middle of the room to the woman resting against the table. Nox continued to look both relaxed and unimpressed, allowing her puppet to lead the way.

“Sorry, sir” came the uncomfortable explanation. The servant fidgeted, unsure about what, exactly, he’d walked in on. “Captain Eramus, you’re urgently needed at the arena.”

“Regarding?” the captain asked.