Dance of Kings and Thieves (The Broken Kingdoms, #6)

by L.J. Andrews

We’d fought our whole lives for this moment. A time when we were free to love each other. When no one had sinister plans to separate us. We’d dreamed of the day when we could use our mesmer, not as the Malevolent of the Black Palace. Not as a memory thief who was born to be hunted. As Kase and Malin. First loves. Only loves.