Kingdom of Stars (War of the White Throne Book 3) by Sarah Hawke

Author:Sarah Hawke [Hawke, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-08-12T22:00:00+00:00

Interlude

“Nothing,” Jessara Kraythe growled as she slammed the ledger closed. “Absolutely nothing!”

Hissing through her teeth, she dragged her claws across the mahogany desk. The moonsilver tips carved through the wood almost as easily as flesh, but she didn’t care how old or how rare or even how valuable the furniture was. She would have gladly put every single one of the former Lord Vigilant’s priceless possessions to the torch if it would have provided her the answers she wanted.

The wraithblade dagger is the key. The Keepers maintain meticulous records—every ingot of moonsilver and pouch of vatari dust is accounted for. The truth is here somewhere.

Jessara forced herself to take calm, meditative breaths like the priestesses in the Maiden’s Tower had taught her. It rarely worked, especially recently. Every time she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate, all she could see were the images she had ripped from Rohen’s mind.

The massacre at Whitefeather Hold. King Thedric’s dead eyes staring into nothingness. The annihilation of the Pact Army at Rimewreath. The glowing wraithblade dagger which had drawn the Chol like moths to a flame…

The beautiful blue eyes of the Whitefeather bitch fluttering shut as Rohen kissed her. The soft moans escaping her lips when he plunged into her. The intimate squeeze of her porcelain thighs when he spilled deep inside her.

Jessara snarled and slammed her fist against the desk. She hadn’t shed a single tear all day, and she refused to now. She had to stay focused on what really mattered. Someone in this accursed tower had forged that wraithblade dagger.

And she was going to find them, no matter what it took.

The rustle of cloth and paper over her shoulder caught her attention, and she turned just in time to see a spindly young man emerge from the maze of shelves within the Lord Vigilant’s personal library with a large, leather-bound book in hand. He shuffled toward her with the wariness of a messenger who feared his head was about to be mounted on a pike.

“I-I have located the material requisition lists you requested, my Lady Inquisitrix,” Acolyte Benson stammered. “But without a more specific timetable, I’m not sure I can—”

“Put it back where you found it,” Jessara commanded. “I’m not going to learn what I need from a book. Someone here knows the truth.”

Benson swallowed heavily and scurried back over to the shelves that formed the bounds of the sprawling study along the wall. The Lord Vigilant’s chambers were so enormous they almost defied belief. A Wyrm Lord in dragon form could have easily stretched out its wings and tail with room to spare—if the previous owner hadn’t filled every nook and cranny, that is. The study probably had more books than the actual library downstairs.

“You are absolutely certain that none of the other sorcerers here could have crafted a weapon in secret?” Jessara asked.

“Y-yes, mistress,” Benson assured her as he hurried to return the book to its proper place. He was less than fifty feet away, yet his voice was already echoing thanks to the sheer height of the ceiling.

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