The Ashes & the Star-Cursed King (Crowns of Nyaxia, #2)

by Carissa Broadbent

When Oraya cried, it was this horrific, violent sound. Silent at first, and then the silence would shatter into the jagged inhale of a sob, like she was suffocating herself and her body rebelled for air. It sounded like a wound tearing open.

Those fucking eyes. Silver as steel. Just as sharp. Just as deadly. Every time, I felt that little pulse in my chest, the urge to rub the scar that didn’t exist. Her face went hard and cold, and for a split second, I was so relieved to see that look. Fight. There she is.

It was all her. Deadly and stunning. Even her hatred was fucking beautiful.

Then he outstretched his hand. “Come on. Let’s go get into some trouble.”