“Free the five iron crows, and you will be queen.” I freeze. What the what? Iron crows? Queen? Marco’s blasé mien flashes behind my lids, eliciting a shudder. “Not only is the king betrothed—and clearly not to me—but also, I’ve no love for the male.” “I’m aware the Regio male you love is another.” This time, the goosebumps sink beneath my skin and bob along my chilled blood. “How?” “Because I see, child.”
