Book 5: The Chase

Ingrid

Everyone always says Anwen is the fastest. Maybe he is—but he’s never been stupid enough to ask me to race, so I can’t prove him wrong.

As I tear out of the cliff side cave, onto the narrow strip of stone that winds up toward the palace and down toward the beach, all that matters is that I’m a hell of a lot faster than Amval’s muscled form. His feet land heavily behind me, skidding on pebbles as we race away from the tension.

I never should’ve suggested it was one of his siblings. I knew what he was going to say. It doesn’t matter that the palace is a completely different place since Kaloni took over or that she’s the one who benefits from these deaths the most. She even did them in the right order to take power. If her parents died first, then Amval, it would have been obvious. This way, it just looks tragic.

But I can’t prove it. And without proof, it’s just like when I tried to spend time with the whole family, right after Amval’s “