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

by Carissa Broadbent

Acaeja smiled as she straightened. Her wings went dark as fate shifted. “Billions of threads,” she murmured, “and not a single one where you say no.” And then she drew the threads tight, and the world rearranged.

Vincent sheathed his sword and whirled to me. “Dark Mother help me, girl, you never stop.”