One Dark Window (The Shepherd King, #1)

by Rachel Gillig

To the quiet girls with stories in their heads. To their dreams—and their nightmares.

“It is not they who bring the reckoning, Ravyn. It is you. It is us.”

“I don’t want rest, Elspeth,” he murmured into my lips. “I want you.”

And I—I was not made of pearls. I was made of salt.

“Are you still pretending?” I said, reveling in his gaze. Ravyn gave a surprised laugh and, in front of everyone, leaned in and kissed me. “I never was,” he whispered into my lips.