The Prison Healer (The Prison Healer, #1)

by Lynette Noni

But then she saw him over the opposite side of Tilda’s bed, tangled up in the torn privacy curtain on the ground . . . and lying in a pool of his own blood.

DONT DO THIS TO ME MAN

“I l-l-love you, K-Kiva,” Tipp kept whispering, his voice fading more, as if he’d only been holding on long enough to see her one last time. “Thank y-you . . . f-f-for everything.”

Golden light poured from Kiva’s fingertips, seeping into Tipp’s chest, flooding along his torso, sealing his flesh, inch by painful inch.

“Too bad yeh don’t ’ave a choice, yeh horse’s ass.”

diva

definitely was not supposed to decode that but its cool

Mother is dead. I’m on my way to Vallenia. It’s time to reclaim our kingdom. And as Kiva combed her fingers through Tipp’s hair, the boy still fast asleep on her lap, she glanced up to meet Jaren’s blue-gold eyes once more, his gaze impossibly soft. She smiled shyly back, offering no indication as to who he was leading to his city . . . who he was welcoming into his home. Kiva Meridan. Born as Kiva Corentine. The Rebel Queen may have perished at Zalindov, but her daughter was alive and well, and free of Zalindov after ten long years. The Rebel Princess was finally ready to rise.

OH MY