The Shadows Between Us By Tricia Levenseller <PLUS>

A flicker of genuine surprise crossed his handsome, pale features. The shadows recoiled slightly, reacting to his internal shift. For a second, the barrier thinned.

The Shadow King, Kallias, moved through the crowd like a predator through tall grass. He was physically unreachable—swathed in a literal aura of shadows that kept everyone at a five-foot distance. To touch him was to die, or so the rumors claimed. To Alessandra, it was simply a puzzle to be solved.

"And I," Alessandra whispered, leaning into the freezing cold of his aura, "am the girl who is going to help you rule them. Or take them from you. I haven't quite decided yet." The Shadows Between Us by Tricia Levenseller

That night, she didn't wait for an invitation. As the music swelled into a haunting cello melody, she stepped into his path. The shadows around him hissed, rising like cobras.

Should Alessandra face a or an assassin first? A flicker of genuine surprise crossed his handsome,

The shadows in the Slytherin-esque court of the Shadow King didn't just flicker; they breathed. Alessandra Stathos stood at the edge of the ballroom, her gown a midnight silk that felt like armor. She didn't want the King’s heart because she loved him—she wanted it because he was the only thing standing between her and a crown of her own.

"I am a king of ghosts and secrets," he said, stepping closer, his eyes searching hers for the fear that usually greeted him. The Shadow King, Kallias, moved through the crowd

Kallias didn't pull away. Instead, the shadows wrapped around her wrist—not crushing, but tethering. "A dangerous ambition."