Woven in Moonlight (Woven in Moonlight, #1)

by Isabel Ibañez

I don’t want to be afraid, so I cling to my anger.

might be morning, given the way my stomach rumbles

“Careful,” I say. “You’re starting to sound like you care about me.”

“That’s right, Condesa. I know where you lay your head at night. I know what bench you prefer in the garden. I know that you like your food spicy and fried, and which hand you favor in a sword fight.”

I’m sure of the choice I made. I’m going to kill him. For her, for my people, for Inkasisa.