Mother of Death & Dawn (The War of Lost Hearts, #3)

by Carissa Broadbent

But the woman knows nothing if not how to fail.

“I’m perplexed by your sudden concern for my well-being.”

We’re so very sorry, Tisaanah. Here, have some raspberries.

“One hundred and eighty thousand days, and I thought of you in every one.”

But sometimes it was so damned hard to be kind.