The Jasmine Throne (The Burning Kingdoms, #1)

by Tasha Suri

“I thought you wouldn’t rise,” Bhumika said through chattering teeth. “Priya, you took so long. So…” And then to Priya’s shock, Bhumika was embracing her, breathing hard, unsteady breaths against Priya’s wet hair. Priya clung back reflexively. “Ashok,” she whispered. “Where is Ashok?” Bhumika said nothing. One of the rebels was wailing, a low keening cry. “You can’t go back in, Priya,” Bhumika said finally. “You can’t.” Priya shook her off. Turned, back toward the water, still on her knees. And Bhumika was tackling her to the ground, but Priya was stronger, she could throw Bhumika off without even trying— “Stop,” said Bhumika. “Stop, stop, please stop. Pri. Priya.” She pressed her cheek to Priya’s own. Her skin was wet, with water and tears. “He’s gone, Priya.” “No. No, he’s not.” “He’s gone,” Bhumika said again, and Priya knew she was right. She could feel the absence of him. The silence in the sangam. “He’s gone.”

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