Crown of Lies THREE YEARS Since I ran away for the night, danced in New York streets, and almost got killed in an alley by two thieves. Until he showed up and saved me.
THREE DAYS Since I threw a drink at the man my father expected me to marry, then found myself slammed against a wall with Penn Everett's seductive voice whispering a proposal I couldn't refuse.
THREE HOURS To fall into hate with the man who reminded me of so many things and hid so much behind his lies. He couldn't be the man who saved me three years ago...but there's something so familiar...
THREE MINUTES For our relationship to switch from no-strings to marriage. He announced it to my father—he's ecstatic. He told my friends—they're shocked. But he didn't ask me, he commanded me—and I'm livid.
THREE SECONDS For his lies to slowly steal my heart and make me believe, hope...trust.
THREE BREATHS For his truth to destroy me.
Throne of Truth TWO YEARS Since my life changed for the second time and not necessarily for the better. Two years since I traded prison bars for streets and hunted a runaway who I'd met in an alley.
TWO DAYS Since I forgot how to lie, woke to fists, and chased after the girl who'd been stolen from me.
TWO HOURS To save her, rescue her, keep my lies intact. She looks at me full of hate. I look at her full of confession.
TWO MINUTES For our relationship to switch from mutual dislike to floundering with unknowns. I've hurt her. Now, she's hurt me. I guess we're even.
TWO SECONDS For her to listen, to see, to finally know who I am. The answer comes with hardship. The answer isn't what she wants to hear.
