Two Twisted Crowns (The Shepherd King, #2)

by Rachel Gillig

“My son.” The King’s green, bleary gaze found Elm’s face. “Even on his deathbed, you will not call him a brother?” “He never played the part well enough.”

“I was ten minutes late to Spindle House.” An invisible thread pulled the corner of Ravyn’s lips before pain stole it away. “I’ll be ten minutes late through the veil.”

MS. GILLIG