Kingdom of Claw (The Ashen, #2)

by Demi Winters

He’d thought her one of the last good things in this cursed kingdom.

As her charcoal danced along the parchment, Saga became a clear, glassy pond on a calm day.

The sun had melted the snow from the forest pasture, yet the shredded wool clinging to rocks and brambles gave the space a decidedly wintry look.

And as Kassandr Rurik showed her how to pick a lock, Saga decided that there were indeed many twists in her seemingly straight road.

Hope was like a carnivorous plant, lovely and bright to lure you in. That was when the gods sprang their trap.

And as Saga examined herself in the polished metal, she decided she was, in fact, dressed finely for a woman planning to end her evening with a bit of forgery.

When he caught her watching him, he quirked a brow. “I missed your cooking,” he said with a shrug. The words landed like a hug, wrapping around her middle with delicious warmth.

Some might call Rey tenacious, others stubborn as a rock goat.

Open skies. New places. His safe sounded an awful lot like danger.