The Fallen and the Kiss of Dusk (Crowns of Nyaxia #4)

by Carissa Broadbent

I will find you.

I heard a million invisible souls crying out, Asar had told me once. They needed someone. And now, they needed me. He needed me.

“Billions of threads,” she murmured, “and not a single one where you say no.”

And from it, his friend stepped through, bounding back into his arms.

“Get your hands off my wife.”

“Raihn.”

my first love

Was I dead? Deader?

“Nor can I,” he murmured. “It is far too precious.”

The voice did not belong to the eye or the mask. It belonged to my mortal heart.

“I was told that it was worth trying, anyway.”

“The rumor is that I’m the queen of the dead. And you are dead. Therefore . . .”

“Be ruthless, Highness,” he said.

It was just a few steps away from being trusted, and being trusted was just a few steps away from one’s throat.