In this third book in the New York Times bestselling Dorothy Must Die series, new girl from Kansas Amy Gumm is caught between her home—and Oz. My name is Amy Gumm. Tornadoes must have a thing about girls from Kansas, because—just like Dorothy—I got swept away on one too. I landed in Oz, where Good is Wicked, Wicked is Good, and the Wicked Witches clued me in to my true calling: Assassin. The way to stop Dorothy from destroying Oz—and Kansas—is to kill her. And I’m the only one who can do it. But I failed. Others died for my mistakes. Because of me, the portal between the worlds has been opened. And if I don’t find a way to close it? Dorothy will make sure I never get to go home again. Now it’s up to me to: join the Witches, fight for Oz, save Kansas, and stop Dorothy once and for all.
We weren't just soldiers who fought together anymore. My feelings for him were way more complicated than that —and I'd thought he care about me.
He looked at me and I knew he saw everything I was feeling in my eyes.Without speaking he leaned in and kissed me. He slid his hands down the side of my waist as I ran my fingers through his thick, soft hair. I knew I'd be smelling sandalwood in my dreams for the rest of my life.
I had a lot of work to make up, and I needed everyone to believe I was happy to be home until I had another chance to escape.
I followed, telling myself the pain in my ribs was just exhaustion and not my heart breaking into a million little pieces inside my chest.
The flower was so gorgeous —and so fragile. Like everything good in this crazy world. Like hope. Like whatever had started between me and Nox that we weren't allowed to finish.
Suddenly, he grabbed my hand. I startled at the warmth of his touch. The feeling of his skin against mine.