My Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5 Stars
Quotes to Remember:
No chief I've ever met looked down the road and wanted what they saw waiting for them.
I will follow until I must lead. I will shield until I must strike. I will fight until I must heal.
To everyone whose mercy is demanded, and who dreams instead of teeth.
Fie had never expected to die quiet. Young, maybe. On the end of a sword, also likely. And doing what she did best: picking a fight over something easier left alone.
She hated him for trying to give her hope. She hated herself for hoping at all.
The most powerful people in the kingdom can’t even say the problem is real.
They were all short lives. She'd just wanted to spend more of hers with him. She'd just wanted more time.
Publisher's Description:
A future chieftain.
Fie abides by one rule: look after your own. Her Crow caste of undertakers and mercy-killers takes more abuse than coin, but when they’re called to collect royal dead, she’s hoping they’ll find the payout of a lifetime.
A fugitive prince.
When Crown Prince Jasimir turns out to have faked his death, Fie’s ready to cut her losses—and perhaps his throat. But he offers a wager that she can’t refuse: protect him from a ruthless queen, and he’ll protect the Crows when he reigns.
A too-cunning bodyguard.
Hawk warrior Tavin has always put Jas’s life before his, magically assuming the prince’s appearance and shadowing his every step. But what happens when Tavin begins to want something to call his own?
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