Flashback (Keeper of the Lost Cities, #7)

by Shannon Messenger

Illusion was her enemy’s new secret weapon.

Keefe asked, checking his expertly styled blond hair in a shiny facet on one of the jeweled walls before he followed Sophie into Tribunal Hall. “Because I’d be happy to help you break a few laws if you’re feeling left out.”

“Ugh, you guys have really out-sparkled yourselves with this place.

“What?” Sophie asked, wiping under her lashes when she noticed Keefe staring. “Did I smudge it?” “No, Foster. You look… perfect.” She blushed at the slight catch in his voice—and then wished she hadn’t when he flashed his trademark smirk.

But she would never stop wishing that there was still a simple, sturdy throne for Councillor Kenric.

And he’d still be alive if it weren’t for her.

She tried not to let herself think about it, because the guilt might shatter her sanity. But she could still feel the stinging heat of the flames—still hear the crunches

Keefe’s ice blue eyes.