The Crown's Game (The Crown's Game, #1)

by Evelyn Skye

My thanks for your mercy from the lightning storm. Please accept this Imagination Box as a token of my appreciation. —Nikolai “A token of appreciation. Right. It’s probably full of snakes.” Vika collapsed her hand into a fist, and the note followed suit and crumpled itself. But wait. He’d signed his name. She opened her hand, and the sheet of paper smoothed itself out again. “Nikolai,” she whispered. The combination of her voice and his name together for the first time whipped the wind outside. “His name is Nikolai.” She reached out toward the armoire. Through her shields, she could feel his magic, strong yet airy. Carefully, she touched her fingertips to the wood, and words began to carve themselves into the wardrobe’s doors. It was the same script as on Nikolai’s note. Imagine, and it shall be. There are no limits. Imagine? Nikolai’s words faded from the doors, and in their place, the question Imagine? etched into the wood as if straight from Vika’s thoughts.