House of Striking Oaths (The Kingdom of Crows, #3)

by Olivia Wildenstein

“I may have been punished for all of it, but so was the rest of the world, and though I deserved my curse, your mate, your mother, your father, the Shabbins—none of them deserved the misery I brought about.”

I will always find you, Lore. One would have to be blind not to find something forever in their line of sight.

I cannot lose you again, Fallon. I will not survive it. The world will not survive it.

“Because I’m a brutally jealous man, and you, Little Bird, are my mate. My one true everything.” He splays his hand over mine. “My fucking forever.”

I want this to be over. His fingers harden over mine, and then his face tilts infinitesimally lower. “Sorry to disappoint, mo khrá, but you and I will never be over.”

I smile because you look about ready to raze the world for me.

“Did I really ruin the map?” “No, Little Bird, I ruined it. You merely ruined me.”

The girl Bronwen saw standing over Alyona’s body, Glacin dagger in hand, is not you, Fallon. It’s our daughter.

Your greatest mistake, moyo, was marrying me.” I finally position the sword over Dante’s filthy heart and murmur, “Long live”—I lean all my weight into my arms—“the Crows.”

Mine. I was always yours. But now, you are only mine.