Court of Monsters and Malice

court of monsters and malice THE SHADOW BOUND QUEEN ELIZA RAINE Contents A Brief Refresher… 1. Reyna 2. Reyna 3. Reyna 4. Reyna 5. Reyna 6. Mazrith 7. Reyna 8. Reyna 9. Reyna 10. Reyna 11. Reyna 12. Reyna 13. Reyna 14. Reyna 15. Reyna 16. Reyna 17. Reyna 18. Reyna 19. Reyna 20. Reyna 21. Reyna 22. Reyna 23. Reyna 24. Reyna 25. Reyna 26. Reyna 27. Reyna 28. Mazrith 29. Reyna 30. Reyna 31. Reyna 32. Reyna The Power of Hades Thanks for Reading! For everyone who never gives up. For the love of Odin, you’ve got this. A Brief Refresher… A Court of Ravens and Ruin Reyna is an orphan rune-marked human slave who makes staffs for the gold-fae, known as a gold-giver. She is the only human in Yggdrasil who doesn’t have brown hair - hers is copper colored. When a particularly violent and cruel gold-fae, Lord Orm, decides she is to be his next bound concubine, she makes her plans to escape. Before she can though, she is kidnapped, along with her two friends, Lhoris and Kara, by the legendary Prince of the Shadow Court himself, Prince Mazrith. Shadow-fae are able to get inside people’s heads - something that terrifies Reyna because she has been keeping a secret her whole life. Whenever she works with gold she suffers terrible visions afterward of the undead monsters that live on the fringes of Yggdrasil, called the Starved Ones. Mazrith has a plan for Reyna and is forced to bind Reyna to himself in a marriage betrothal to Chapter 1 Reyna My head was spinning as I whirled around the empty room. How had this happened? Kara’s book lay open on the floor, Lhoris’ pipe on the arm of the chair he had been sitting in when I last saw them. Tears swam across my vision, born more of rage than of sorrow. Who had taken my friends? They were supposed to be safe here. Ellisar had been guarding them. Ellisar. The fleeting memory of the big man on the floor of the sitting room forced its way through the clanging panic in my head. I ran back to the main room and saw Frima heaving his large body over. “Come on, talk to me, you big lummox,” she muttered. He was bleeding from a cut on his forehead, but his chest was moving. “Guards,” he mumbled, and Frima cast her eyes upward, murmuring thanks to the gods. I moved to them, dropping to a crouch. “Which guards?”