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Also by Alyson Noël Stealing Infinity series Stealing Infinity Ruling Destiny The Beautiful Idols series Unrivaled Blacklist Infamous The Immortals series Evermore Blue Moon Shadowland Dark Flame Night Star Everlasting The Soul Seekers series Fated Echo Mystic Horizon The Riley Blo...
Also by Alyson Noël Stealing Infinity series Stealing Infinity Ruling Destiny The Beautiful Idols series Unrivaled Blacklist Infamous The Immortals series Evermore Blue Moon Shadowland Dark Flame Night Star Everlasting The Soul Seekers series Fated Echo Mystic Horizon The Riley Bloom series Radiance Shimmer Dreamland Whisper Standalone Novels Keeping Secrets Forever Summer Cruel Summer Saving Zoë Kiss & Blog Laguna Cove Art Geeks and Prom Queens Faking 19 Fly Me to the Moon This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Copyright © 2023 by Alyson Noël, LLC. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher. Entangled Publishing, LLC 644 Shrewsbury Commons Ave., STE 181 Shrewsbury, PA 17361 [email protected] Entangled Teen is an imprint of Entangled Publishing, LLC. Visit our website at www.entangledpublishing.com. Edited by Stacy Abrams Cover design by Bree Archer Cover images by Alexroz/Depositphotos, Abzee/Gettyimages, Wacomka/Shutterstock, Remuhin/Shutterstock, EduardHarkonen/Gettyimages, and Amado Designs/Shutterstock Interior design by Toni Kerr ISBN: 9-781-64937-192-8 Ebook ISBN: 9-781-64937-233-8 Manufactured in the United States of America First Edition June 2023 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 For Saint, always. At Entangled, we want our readers to be well-informed. If you would like to know if this book contains any elements that might be of concern for you, please check the book’s webpage. https://entangledpublishing.com/books/ruling-destiny Oh, when she’s angry, she is keen and shrewd!She was a vixen when she went to school.And though she be but little, she is fierce.—William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream Fact: All of the artwork and ancient artifacts mentioned in this novel are real. Prologue Braxton Basilique Royale De Saint-Denis, France 1741 I stand beside the dead man and raise my torch high, my gaze cutting from those blank, lifeless eyes to the bloodied gash in his chest where the dagger plunged deep into his heart and claimed his last breath. I never meant for it to go this far. I never— Desperate to block out the sight, I squeeze my eyes shut, only to find the gruesome image burned into my brain—a bleak and wretched still life destined to haunt me for the rest of my days. “Merde.” I grimace, then turn to see Killian coming to stand beside me, a cigarette tucked between his lips. “Speak English,” he says, his voice booming through the ancient space. “You can cut the act now. It’s just us.” He grabs hold of my wrist and, using the flaming torch like a match, lights the tip and takes a deep drag that launches him straight into a coughing fit. “Nothing like a good gasper.” He chokes. “My pop gave me my first taste back when I was nine.” Killian looks at me sideways and laughs. “Didn’t realize how much I missed it. The smoke, that is. Not my pop.” To illustrate the point, he blows a series of smoke rings that hover briefly over the corpse. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m not better suited for this century. You know, before all the rules and regulations and blasted surgeon general warnings.” I watch uneasily as he crouches beside the dead man and, with a tap of his finger, slides the eyelids all the way closed. “Fuckin’ giving me the creeps, the way he’s half-lidded staring at me.” “Do you think it’s true?” I gaze down at my boots. The toes are splattered with vomit and blood. And though my first instinct is to wipe it all off, I know that I won’t. Mainly because I can’t allow myself to forget that, because of my actions, a young girl just lost her father and she’ll never know why. I shake my head, shake away the thought, and return to the question. “About the Sun being a fake—what do you make of that?” Killian flicks a length of ash onto the dead man’s cheek. In that moment, I’ve never hated him more. Disrespectful, despicable piece of— “Do you really think Arthur would send us out for a dupe?” He lets out a derisive snort. My gaze finds the body again. No. Not a body; a person. A man who had a wife, a daughter. A man who, thanks to me—was put to a violent, premature end. And yet, he’s not just any man, but a Timekeeper. One who, even when he sensed what was coming, remained completely unshaken, accepting a fate that was not his to change. Or at least until he heard the threat leveled against his girl. Because in that instant, he switched from loyal, oath-keeping Timekeeper to desperate father willing to do anything to save his daughter. “Hey, Posh Spice—” I look to Killian and frown. His constant digs at my upper-crust accent never fail to get under my skin. He pushes himself off the ground until he’s towering a good three inches above me. At fourteen, he’s a bit older than me, but he’s also tall for his age. Built, too. “In case you haven’t noticed—” He reaches into his pocket and retrieves an engraved silver flask. “We did the damn thing. So take a load off—have a drink. Still enough time to stash the body and be on our way.” I don’t want the drink, but knowing it’s easier to go along, I take the flask and fake a swig. But Killian’s onto me, and before I can stop him, he tips the bottom with a whack of his hand, causing a jolt of whiskey to slip down my throat, leaving a fiery trail in