The Serpent and the Wings of Night (Crowns of Nyaxia, #1)

by Carissa Broadbent

Don’t trust anyone, Vincent whispered in my ear.

Is this a memory or is he actually communicating with her?

This response seemed to irritate him. “It’s that unbelievable that I have respect for human life?” he snapped. “I used to fucking be one of them.”

I knew it!

“Nothing matters but this, Oraya. Nothing. Step over temporary barriers. Once you win, the world is yours. That is the time for dreaming. But this? This is the time for conquering.”

Not trusting him.

You’ve known her for a month and a half, Vincent’s voice reminded me. And she would have killed you in that ring the moment the Halfmoon was over.

???

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “You were right to tell me to leave.” The apology hit me like a strike. So blunt and direct. No battle of wills or egos. “I didn’t want you to see me that way,” he went on. “So I pretended that version of myself didn’t exist. It does. And I’m—I don’t like people to see it. I didn’t want you to see it.”