The Liar's Crown by Abigail Owen

Author:Abigail Owen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fantasy;young adult;romance;antihero;magic;sisters;royalty;twins;king;queen;lies;goddesses;monsters;travel;dominions;realms;courts;desert;palace;shadows;mythology;legends;Teen & Young Adult Coming of Age Fiction;Teen & Young Adult Dating & Sex Fiction;Teen & Young Adult Magical Realism Fiction;Teen & Young Adult Loners & Outcasts Fiction;Teen & Young Adult Romance eBooks;Teen & Young Adult Social Issues eBooks;Liar’s Crown by Abigail Owen;Entangled Teen;YA Fantasy;YA Romance;Forbidden YA Romance;Young Adult Romance;USA Today Bestselling author;YA Action-Adventure Series;fantasy;young adult;romance;antihero;magic;sisters;royalty;twins;king;queen;lies;goddesses;monsters;travel;dominions;realms;courts;desert;palace;shadows;mythology;legends
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2022-05-21T00:00:00+00:00

33

Three Days

I stand up so fast, my chair tips over, hitting the packed-earth floor with a loud clatter. I’m too busy floundering to really notice.

A long time ago, Pella pushed me into a well. She’d treated me nice—like a friend—for two whole days. She probably spent that long only because it took me the first day to stop viewing every kind gesture and word with abject suspicion. But the second day, when I finally relaxed and accepted she was sincere, she shoved me over the edge of the well.

I hadn’t learned to swim yet, not at that age. Not exactly a skill Omma prioritized. Princesses in Aryd don’t have reason to swim pretty much ever. I taught myself to swim afterward, but in that moment, I faced death head-on.

I remember screaming and thrashing, clawing at the stone walls until my nails shredded and my fingertips were bleeding. And then I was sinking. Watching through the murky, stirred-up water as the circle of light that was the top of the well grew smaller and smaller, my lungs burning, and knowing I was going to die in that bottomless pit.

This is what that feels like. Like drowning.

Three days.

Omma and Grandmother’s voices telling me all the evil things Eidolon has done.

Three days.

Reven telling me that Eidolon is after my power, and the fates of more than my sister and Aryd are at stake.

Only three.

Every self-accusatory thought I’ve had about leaving Tabra in the hands of the worst monster in all the lands and seas, all the Devourers included.

Three damn days.

Reven jumps up at the same time, stepping closer like he’s going to do that hands-in-the-hair thing again. And goddess, I want him to, but his touch might undo my control.

“I’m fine,” I snap. Not really. Everything I’d hoped for just got turned on its head. But the need that rises to the top of all the screaming emotions is to try to fix this.

“Good,” Reven snaps back. “Because, as much as I want to, kissing you again is a bad idea.”

My eyes flare wide at the admission in front of the others, and immediately his do, too, before his face resumes that harsh mask. But even that image isn’t going to distract me from the urgency driving me now. I look him dead in the eyes. “I have to go home. Now. Tonight.”

At my words, his gaze flares with an emotion that roils in harsh denial. Then his face goes blank.

Off to my left, Vos swears softly. The others don’t say a word.

I don’t look away from Reven. I’m not going to change my mind, either. Sending a messenger isn’t going to be enough now. Not to stop a wedding.

Tabra has been trained to be what she is by our grandmother. For eighteen years. For so long, she doesn’t know how to be anything else or even to question it. Which means not leaving her post as the queen.

The only person she might listen to is me.

Reven is searching my expression with a narrow-eyed gaze.

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