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Chapters (54)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Content Warning
  4. Map
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Acknowledgments
  51. An Excerpt from The Evergreen Heir
  52. About the Author
  53. Also by A.K. Mulford
  54. About the Publisher

“She banished me from my homeland!” Helvia whirled on Lina, those amber eyes storming a shade darker than Bri’s own. “She sent me away with day-old babes in my arms. Tell me, Abalina, would you have done the same if you were Queen?”

Lina paused before saying, “No.” But that hesitation cracked through Bri. She’d considered it for a moment.

“Your mother and I were friends,” Helvia said, lifting her chin. “I trusted her and she sent me away. So yes, I spat upon her name and rallied people to support my children over hers. I used King Norwood’s interest in Bri’s prophecy to gain us favor and standing in the East, and I worked to make my family what it is. Her Majesty needed to know that she’d made a mistake, see that we were thriving.” She shook her head and swallowed. “I wanted her to apologize to me, not to die.”

“You waged a campaign against Queen Thorne,” Bri said. “What she did was wrong, but you were no better.”

Her mother scoffed. “I did what needed to be done to protect my family.”

Bri rolled her eyes, having heard that excuse so many times over the years, especially after her mother had lambasted her with barbed words and putdowns. Never in her life had she been good enough for Helvia Catullus, and it had taken Bri far too long to realize she could wear all the gowns and baubles, paint her eyes and demure behind a fan, and still, it would never be good enough.

“You were only protecting yourself,” Bri gritted out.

“I was protecting our legacy,” Helvia hissed, her tone and posture so similar to Bri’s that it made Bri’s anger flare even brighter. “And you and your brother went and undid all of my hard work by pledging your swords to that bastard, Hale Norwood.”

Bri released a growl that made her mother retreat another step. Good. Let her fear her daughter. Let that question of what Bri could do if pushed too far keep her from one more stinging comment. Bri could handle the jabs at her expense, but if Helvia spoke ill of Hale one more time . . . Let her wonder if Bri’s dagger would end up in her side. Hale was Bri’s true family, not this selfish scandalmonger standing before her now.