Everyone in this hall is lying. I can taste all of it — the fear dressed up as respect, the greed wearing the face of loyalty, my own people bowing to a monster they’d put a knife in the second it turned its back. I wear the mask so I don’t have to feel every one of them at once. It’s the only mercy I allow myself.

My brother is the good one....

It’s a simple arrangement.

Wolves show up at Melori’s door bleeding, growling, occasionally trying to bite the woman stitching them back together. She fixes them. They leave. She doesn’t ask why they keep coming back.

She probably should have asked.

When her cottage is attacked, her best friend turns out to be a werewolf, and every wolf Melori...

“You have the sort of face that should come with a warning label.”

He rules the city’s underworld. She just painted his face for all to see.

Olivia has always been the odd one out—too talkative, too curious, too strange for a city where shadows swallow the unwise. Her art is the only thing she trusts, and when she paints the face of a man she’s...