Violet lay in bed, waiting for Jasmine’s knock. She’d been awake for hours, replaying her carriage ride home with the king.

With Eden.

The Monarch’s name was sacred, not a thing to pass the lips of a commoner without a title to protect it, yet he’d made an exception for her. She knew she’d been right to mark him dangerous when they met. With exceptions like this, who knew what lines he could get her to cross? She knew who she was, despite her magic: a girl from Eloy. ...