res started

with black eyes and a half-smile. Every time she moved closer to him in the dream, her own r

his voice

e before you

ke up

wasn't

er room. In the cor

ast

e

right, heart

he said, raising

't even fin

dream. He looked like he belonged in a painting: sharp cheekbones, ink-black hair, eyes that shimmered like molten g

said, voice smooth, contro

spoke. "What

said. "And to remin

isappearing with the cold breeze that slipped through her wi

s later, face like stone.

nod

claime

mean?" she snapped.

power. He's ancient, Kaia. Older than any of the bloodborn still

t?" she

odborn are something older. Wilder. And you-" He paused.

back. "That'

t's de

things sp

istory teacher - Mr. Morrow - seemed to know more than he let on. His eyes lingered

came th

to an apple and taste

roppe

eared he

else

halluc

nning to reject the

rned to the lake. To

ter wa

the f

rned - and h

ast

veling," he

ours," she

your magic... your legacy...

instead of recoilin

. Not with pain.

ne, a crown dipped in crimson, her own fac

me," she

And now I've come t

respond - a blur cu

and

awn. Eye

outed,

was t

ded - light a

agains

son Oath ignited inside her - runes burning beneath

oug

re fores

collapsed

back, blood at the

d between the

. "I don't belong to eithe

. "Then choose w