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400 pages, Hardcover
First published July 1, 2025
જ⁀➴ “𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅’𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.”
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"Standing among you are fifty anonymous players,” the Liar says when the cheers subside. “Over the next week, they will gamble with you, dance with you, dine with you. They will design delights to deceive and spin stories to seduce. Can you decipher truth from their lies? Can you unravel fact from their fiction?”
When I danced, I became someone. I could close my eyes and see audiences I’d never glimpsed, dance on stages I’d never touched, hear them cheer in languages I’d never heard.
He holds out a voratium bracelet glowing faintly green. "Filled this with strength just for you, Lollipop."
I raise a brow. "Lollipop?"
"It's a nickname. A charming one."
"Charming according to who, exactly?"
He scowls. "I could have called you Locust. Or maybe Lobster. Would you have preferred that?"
"I suppose Lollipop is just fine, Enema."
"Enema?" he deadpans. "Really?"
I give him my most innocent smile. "It's a
nickname. A charming one."
"Just take the damn bracelet." He chucks it at my face.
When she whirls to slam me against a marble pillar and digs a dagger against my throat, I let her, just to see what she’ll do.
“I’m not afraid to hurt you,” she growls as thunder rumbles over the sea.
“What a delicious lie,” I breathe, and then I wrench the dagger back from her grasp and toss it aside, whipping her around and yanking both hands behind her back. In one swift movement, she’s on the verge of the roof, toes jutting out over a twenty-six-story drop.
“Careful, little thief,” I purr as rain begins to fall like stars from the sky. “One wrong move, and it might be your last.”
She tries to wrench away, but I tighten my grip.
I narrow my eyes. “I know exactly what you’re doing.”
“Enlighten me.”
“You’re trying to lull me into a sense of security so I’ll give you more secrets.” I snatch a pastry and jab it at him. “Don’t confuse me with one of the fawning young ladies ready to drop grapes into your mouth at your bidding.”
His eyes glint. “Oh, rest assured no one would make that particular mistake.”
I should not be having this much fun talking to him. He’s the villain. And I hate him.
But I smile in spite of myself.”
He stretches out next to me barely an inch away, dark hair tousled, fedora and jacket missing, the top of his shirt unbuttoned to reveal more of the sparkling scar on his chest. His eyes are intent on my face, tracing every curve and dip with his pupils blown wide and wanting. He wets his lips, and I find myself staring at them, turning onto my side to face him, drinking in his scent.
He rests a hand on my hip, hot and heavy, and all I can think is that I need more. More weight, more heat, more him.
As though reading my thoughts, he dips closer, his mouth hovering over mine. “So many secrets, little thief,” he breathes, his lips teasing my skin like a dare. “Shall we make one more?”
He drags my mouth to his, and it is as delicious as dreaming. I press against him as his hand trails down to the hem of my skirt seeking skin, as his other arm curls under me, as he pulls me flush against him.
Then all at once, he’s gone. I’m twisted in my sheets, fingers grasping at my pillow, the bed suddenly cold.
“I loathe you,” I say when he pulls me close.
“Do you, now?” His grin is cunning, that scarred eye sharp as knives.
“I don’t think you understand how deeply I loathe you,” I continue, arching as he dips me, closing my eyes, tipping my head to the floor. “Depths of the seas, height of the heavens, and to the ends of the galaxies.”
“Has anyone ever told you,” he says, lips brushing like moth wings against my exposed throat, “that you’re a tad dramatic?”
Slowly, he reaches behind him and pushes the button to close the door. Then he twists the emergency key that locks the elevator in place.
“Are you–” the Liar begins, but his eyes catch on my throat, and his body goes rigid. He lifts a hand, fingers brushing the bruised skin. “Someone hurt you.” The words are clipped and hard through clenched teeth. “Tell me who.”
"I slip into the deep, a dancer and a thief.
And utterly devious."