A Tempest of Tea (Blood and Tea, #1)

by Hafsah Faizal

Get behind me. Those words had troubled her since he’d spoken them in the Athereum. She had thought it was because he had shown care for her when she was moments from betraying him, but that wasn’t it. He had always doubted her.

There was a hole in her heart.

The Wolf of White Roaring knew what the world saw when they looked at Arthie Casimir: driftwood washed up on a faraway land, lone and assuming. They couldn’t have been more wrong.

“She struck the match,” she whispered, an oath in her voice as death came for her, swift as a tempest. He should never have left her alone. “Now we’ll burn her to the ground,” he swore.