The Wraith King (The Rise of Northgall, #1)

by Juliette Cross

“You are the destiny. You are the dark lady.” Her dialect was perfect Issosian. “You are for him.”

Whatever means I could employ so that I might ensnare her, I would. For the gods knew, she’d caught and caged my very soul.

“Our hearts are what we make of them. Like recognizes like. And mine knows yours.” She pressed her palm to my chest over the organ beating hard for her. “As yours knows mine.”