Rebecca Thorne

She’d probably be in a nervous fit, too. Because even if Queen Tilaine didn’t value Reyna’s life, Kianthe did. She hated Reyna’s job, reiterated over and over that she’d be devastated if something happened to Reyna.

Well, something happened tonight—and Reyna was not going to let this be the final chapter in her life.

Reyna could be lounging on a velvet couch beside a roaring fire, running her hands through Kianthe’s dark hair as they chatted about mundane things. No bodies. No prison-like palace routine. Just them, existing together.

And this time, something solidified in Reyna’s soul.

Kianthe hated how fear surged in her chest, how her bravado disappeared when Reyna was hurt.