“You remind me that I’m alive,” she said, voice thick. “You remind me that goodness can exist in the world.”

"Your position here isn’t to learn about me. It’s to pass along information. Who I am, who you are, is of no consequence." She gestured to her flames.

Her flames seemed to reach for his stars and shadows. "Midnight." She faded into embers on the wind. "Midnight," she promised.

The Hind’s golden eyes gleamed in the dimness through her mask. She’d followed him. Fuck. Had she suspected that he was slipping away to meet with someone?

"Anyway, we made the intel drop-off. Nearly got caught, but we did it." She straightened slightly. "By whom?" "Mordoc. The Hind. The Harpy." She stilled. Her fire guttered to that violet blue. "They are lethal. If you’re caught, you will be lucky to just be killed."

The Hind held Ruhn’s gaze as the game began. She was the spitting image of Luna, with her upswept chignon, the regal angle of her neck and jaw. As coldly serene as the moon. All she needed was a pack of hunting hounds at her side— And she had them, in her dreadwolves.

The Hind knelt before her undying masters and contemplated how it would feel to tear out their throats.

"I feel like I can’t breathe, either," Ruhn said, noticing. "Knowing that Day’s in there."

She’d sworn she wouldn’t come for him if he got into trouble. But here she was.

When will you guys be reading CC3?