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

by Carissa Broadbent

I held Mische close. “Thank you, goddess,” I said, bowing my head. Acaeja stared blankly at me. “It is no kindness. Our interests align. One must be pragmatic in such times. Fate is forged, after all.” And with that, she was gone.