Emilie. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

Lines drawn into his face suggested he had spent many years thinking very hard over very difficult problems.

You have no idea how to dance, do you?” Cinder fixed her gaze on him, mind still reeling. “I’m a mechanic.

A sickening howl stopped her, sucking the air out of her lungs. The night's chatter silenced, even the loitering city rats pausing to listen. Scarlet had heard wild wolves before, prowling the countryside in search of easy prey on the farms. But never had a wolf's howl send a chill down her spine like that.

I think it was hiding a princess.

That you prefer to rule through fear rather than justice? So sorry, Your Majesty, I’m afraid I already knew that about you.

Imagine there was a cure, but finding it would cost you everything. It would completely ruin your life. What would you do?