Crier's War (Crier's War, #1)

by Nina Varela

She squirmed, suddenly embarrassed for reasons she could not explain, and tore her eyes away from the two girls.

Ayla preferred it when she breathed. Breathe for Ayla. The smell of her hair, like soap and sea lavender. Breathe. Midnight.

Well, she dared.

Or would he go after her real weak spot, who was currently sitting in the tavern just one floor below, unaware that she was in unspeakable danger?

“But you just do what you think is right, Ayla. It was never really a choice, was it? Wanting her. Killing her.”