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513 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 30, 2022
I’m always waiting. Waiting to sneak out. Waiting to be called upon to fulfill my duties. Waiting for Omma, who has raised me since birth, to tell me what to do. Waiting to be anything but who and what I am.
Mereneith Evangeline XII of Aryd. A second-born princess in a long line of royal twins—one to rule, the other to serve as nothing more than a secret body double in dangerous circumstances.
Just like each set of royal twins before these, one child was Enfernae, the other Hylorae and nothing special.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he demands. He’s as pale as the salt flats in Aryd, his shirt soaked in sweat or ocean water or maybe both, chest heaving as he sucks air in sharp bursts.
“To go rescue your bloody ass from a Devourer.” I fling a hand in that direction.
He chokes. “I’m fairly certain princesses don’t say ‘ass.’”
“How would you know? And how did you get away—?” I search his body for any sign of injury.
His lips crook. “Were you worried about me, princess?”
My mouth slams shut. I should have left him in the water to be sucked dry. “You must think I’m a total bitch to want anyone to die that way.”
His humor dies slowly. “You have no clue what I think about you.”
“What the hells do you think you’re doing?” I shriek as I scramble out, slipping on the rocks at the edges. I hit the grass and tumble onto my back, breathing hard.
Reven’s face appears above me. He’s standing, arms crossed, feet set wide apart, unmoved. “I’m helping you get your shit together.”
“By throwing me in a creek?” I snap. Then scowl at him, shivers racking my body.
He arches an eyebrow. “It worked, didn’t it?”
“I never expected to be surprised by you.” The words feather over me.
