The Songbird & the Heart of Stone (Crowns of Nyaxia, #3)

by Carissa Broadbent

Her recklessness was not borne of foolishness or stupidity. Always, it was borne of love.

“Get up,” he said. He didn’t bother to introduce himself. But maybe he knew he didn’t have to. I recognized him. I took his hand, and he helped me stand. “Welcome to the underworld,” Vincent, dead King of the Nightborn, said to me. “I hear we have some work to do.”