The Silvered Serpents (The Gilded Wolves, #2)

by Roshani Chokshi

A silhouette of silk and night, a boy with a mouth made for kisses and cruelty. A boy who had once conjured wonder and came too close to touching her heart.

“Perhaps we both deserve someone who is not so hard to love,” said Enrique.

Zofia felt the rush of a thousand failures. She saw the blank expression on Laila’s face; the pity in Enrique’s eyes; Hela’s worry tugging down the corners of her mouth. A thousand expressions she had easily deciphered. All of it dragged out something deep within her. Her skin felt like it was burning. A low buzz gathered at the base of her skull. It wasn’t irritation. It wasn’t annoyance. It was fury.