"I'm not just a killer, Chezran," I whispered into the air around us. The prince watched me with cautious eyes, palm resting on sword. "I am an ancient, unforgivable, cold-blooded killer." ~ She had been raised with blood covering every inch of her calloused, filthy hands. Her hair was night, her eyes were stars, and she wore a mask made of her victim's bones. Three years after the Breaking, Calle Noxturn submerges from the hells of Mirdam prison camp, but she must earn her precious freedom by finishing one last job for the king and queen - hunting down their rogue prince of a son, who is also the heir to Kondorcia's throne. She must face the challenges on her own and battle with her growing feelings for someone she cannot have. And there are monsters out there even the most feared are frightened of. cover by @bellsabub