Defy the Night (Defy the Night, #1)

by Brigid Kemmerer

“When there are calls for revolution,” I say to him, “we should be riding at the front, not hiding in the shadows.”

“Mind your mettle,” I whisper. For a breath of time, I want to press the paper to my chest. Weston Lark isn’t real. He’s not. But if he’s not real, then Prince Corrick sent me the exact words I needed to hear at the exact moment I needed to hear them. Words that could sound like a warning or a threat or nothing of consequence at all.

I think of all the times we spoke ill of the king, of the cruel prince, of the way people were executed for doing exactly what we’re doing. I swallow. “You’re risking yourself,” I whisper. “Yes. So are you.” His eyes hold mine. “Let’s make it worth it.”