Throne of Shadows

The gardens were Draven’s favorite place at sunset. Raven had learned his patterns over ten days of observation, training, and […]

“You need to attend court today,” Draven announced, appearing from the shadows in her chambers just as Raven finished her

Five days of training, and Raven had learned three important things about Prince Draven Shadowfire. One: He was a better

Raven woke to someone standing at the foot of her bed. Her hand had a blade pressed to the intruder’s

The poison had taken Raven three hours to prepare. She’d found the components in the palace gardens—night-blooming deathshade, crystallized wraith

Raven woke at dawn from four hours of restless sleep, hand already reaching for the blade under her pillow. The

Raven’s new quarters were absurdly luxurious compared to the servants’ room. Vex, the silver-haired spymaster, had escorted her personally. He

The Shadow Court palace was alive in ways that made Raven’s skin crawl. Not literally alive—though with fae magic, she

Draven Shadowfire was profoundly, devastatingly bored. He sat on his throne of obsidian and shadow, chin resting on one hand,

The summons came at midnight. Raven didn’t startle when the shadow moved wrong in the corner of her bare apartment.