Series: The Kingdom of Crows #3
Release Date: June 29th, 2023
I WILL BECOME QUEEN OF LUCE… OR DIE TRYING.
There are few people I loathe more than Dante Regio, but my aunt Bronwen, my former grandfather Justus, and my Shabbin grandmother Meriam sit right alongside the Faerie monarch on my list of despicable beings. Especially after they assist the pointy-eared ruler with my kidnapping.
Locked in an obsidian underworld no Crow can reach, not even their king, I soon learn things aren’t as they seem. People aren’t as they seem. And history… I’m still attempting to reconcile the truth with what I was previously told.
My new allies have an agenda, but I have one of my own. Though there’s overlap—we all agree Dante must die—what I desire more than anything is to return to Lore before he levels the kingdom to find me… or loses his humanity trying.
I may favor crowns over coffins, but I refuse to live in a world where my mate only exists as a bird.
Strap in for one last romantic and pulse-pounding adventure in a world governed by magic and hearts.
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As his liquid shadows stroke the edge of my jaw, the curve of my cheek, the point of my chin, the tips of my lashes, I ask, Did you miss me?
With a gentle grunt, Lore murmurs, Did I miss you?
What? No smart quip?
No, Behach Éan. His shadows pound with a strong, thunderous pulse that agitates my skin. My mind and heart are too full of nightmares for humor.
Attempting to ease the tempest tossing the gold in his eyes, I point to my neck. I can breathe underwater thanks to gills I painted in blood on my skin.
His shadows slick over my throat, raising goosebumps on the skin that absorbed my blood. I wish I could’ve been the one to make your dream of possessing magic come true.
I thread my fingers through the smoky wisps of hair, wishing they were solid. I have many other dreams, Lore. Most of which no one else but you can grant.
Good. His spectral touch dances across my collar bone, before curving around my neck, and somehow clasping it. And then he presses his forehead against mine, and although he is but smoke, I can somehow feel the strength of the bones and the silk of his skin.
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