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

by L.J. Andrews

I’d lost my brother and my heart to the masquerade. I was finished with the shadows surrounding it.

I would be the villain in her eyes. It would be better for her to hate me, to hate us all.

″Dännisk Strom, no one in their sound mind would touch the Masque av Aska.” ″Is that a no then?” ″You didn’t let me finish. I never said my connections were sound in their minds.

″When you spend turns becoming someone new, facing the past is like a snag in a tapestry. I thought if you hated what I’d become, we would remain distant, and you would not unravel everything I buried long ago.” ″Did it work?” ″No.” I whispered. “You’ve always been my undoing.”