Night of Masks and Knives (The Broken Kingdoms, #4)

by L.J. Andrews

Your hair looks like the sunset, Mallie. Yours looks like dirt. But the good kind of dirt. What the hells is the good kind of dirt? You’d know it if you saw it, Kase. But there is. There just is.

She is going to be SO upset when she finds out you have been actively avoiding her all these years. Meanwhile she’s dedicated her entire existence to finding Kase…… No wonder you don’t want anyone to use your name. That’s one question answered.

“No, I’ll restate. Tell me the things you’ve kept from me all these turns.”

Is she one of the 4 Queens? Elise & Malin 2/4

“My mother was a poor fisherman’s widow who found a bit of luck and caught the eye of a nobleman. She took vows to give her daughter a home. There was nothing royal about us.”

Hmmmmmmm……

″As for Kase,” Niklas went on. “He taps into fear. But he does have an opposite. Called a Benevolent. One who harnesses power from happiness and hope.” ″Sounds pleasant, right?” Lynx muttered. “It isn’t.” ″Think about it,” Niklas said. “Our hopes teeter along desperation by a hairsbreadth. The same as Kase manipulates fear to create chaos, a Benevolent might manipulate joy and desire to maintain control. Folk are desperate to avoid their fears and keep whatever they hope for alive. To exploit desperation, well, there’s power there.”

Is that what the King Ivar is? Belevolent?

″Just one,” Raum said. “A sod, and I’d rather not talk about him.”

Has to be the king.

“Malin.” I tugged at her trousers, my fingers sliding beneath the waistline. “Everything I want is all that you are.”

🥰❤️🥵

Somewhere in the distance, still in the memory, my voice called for Kase, happily oblivious to what was about to happen. The boy’s lip trembled as the guards took him by the arms. My young voice grew louder, more frantic as I searched for him. ″W-Will you tell Mallie,” Kase stammered through streaks of tears now. “Will you tell her I didn’t leave her because she was a bad friend? She isn’t. She’ll cry. I don’t . . .” He hiccupped. “I don’t want her to cry.”

Oh my goddddddd 💔💔💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Excuse me while I cry myself to sleep.