In the Wake of the Ruined (The Siren Mage #2)

Epigraph

There is a crown. Ripped, ripped, ripped from the head.

There is a bond. Cut, cut, cut from the blood.

The queen lies drained of her divinity.

The king sits wrecked and ravaged beneath her wing.

What they have made will decimate the order of all things.

What they have made will bring chaos.

Will bring ruin.

Will bring death.