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

by Carissa Broadbent

“If anyone can melt a stone heart.”

“I just played the notes that sounded like you.”

“You’re beautiful when you take, Mische.”

“As you wish, Dawndrinker.”

“I’ll tell you what you’ll have if you lose the sun, Mische. You’ll have a soul gentler than any vampire’s I’ve ever known. You’ll have an incredible magic and the skill to wield it better than the bastard who gave it to you. You’ll have a soft heart and a sharp wit and the wisdom to know when to use one or the other. You’ll have countless inane questions and horrible taste in food and a penchant for making lost souls love you.”

“And if you’ll take it, Mische Iliae, you will have me, too.”

“I’m patient,” he murmured. “A man can’t rush worship.”

“I’d burn with you till the end of it all, Dawndrinker.”

Asar’s voice was warm against my ear. “Do not be afraid of death, Dawndrinker. Make death afraid of you.” I watched the bird burn, and I let myself rise.

“Welcome to the underworld,” Vincent, dead King of the Nightborn, said to me. “I hear we have some work to do.”

EEK!

But I am not the god of any of those things. I have only one gift to lay at her feet. And so, I wait.