When the Moon Hatched (Moonfall, #1)

by Sarah A. Parker

Preparation is my armor. Don it or die.

“Your family sends their regards,” I sneer, then slash my blade through his throat.

before I realize he’s reaching for my veil. The air between us turns stiff and sterile. Even Clode stops her whipping stir. “I wouldn’t,” I purr, pressing a small iron dagger to his crotch—the dagger always notched just up my sleeve for times such as this.

“No. But I’ll serve you your own cock if you don’t let go of my wrist.”