A Poison of Shadows (Whisperbound, #2)

Some debts are paid in darkness.

The rules are don't get attached, don't get caught, don't let anyone close enough to notice when something's wrong.

Nadia Voss has broken all three in the span of two weeks.

The shadow court's sentence was expected. So was the price on her head. But being stranded on horseback with Lorenzo Veyne—Kieran's rigid, rule-obsessed, devastatingly competent eldest brother—was not part of any plan she would have made willingly. Neither was losing access to the deep shadows, the one place in all the world that had ever felt like home.

She has no intention of telling him that.

Except Enzo notices everything. And the closer they get to Tharros—where traitors wear trusted faces and the conspiracy runs deeper than anyone knew—the harder it becomes to hide the things she's been carrying alone.

He calls it a strategic liability. She calls it none of his business.

By the time the walls come down, neither of them has a word for what it actually is.

The shadows do, though. They always knew.