Marinda has kissed dozens of boys. They all die afterward. It’s a miserable life, but being a visha kanya—a poison maiden—is what she was created to do. Marinda serves the Raja by dispatching his enemies with only her lips as a weapon. Until now, the men she was ordered to kiss have been strangers, enemies of the kingdom. But when she receives orders to kiss a boy she knows too well to be convinced he needs to die, she begins to question who she’s really working for. And that is a thread that, once pulled, will unravel more than she can afford to lose.
Marinda has kissed dozens of boys. They all die afterward. It’s a miserable life, but being a visha kanya—a poison maiden—is what she was created to do. Marinda serves the Raja by dispatching his enemies with only her lips as a weapon. Until now, the men she was ordered to kiss have been strangers, enemies of the kingdom. But when she receives orders to kiss a boy she knows too well to be convinced he needs to die, she begins to question who she’s really working for. And that is a thread that, once pulled, will unravel more than she can afford to lose.