s Re
ugh the Vale that night s
stone and ash. The moon hung low, casting pale light over the ruins. She pressed a hand to the dagger str
g home. Whiles Kael Ravencroft's army had painted the soil red with the blood of her skin. Sinc
ieved Amara
th
lways searching. Always hunting. Until whispers began to rise: of a cursed prince haunting the
encroft
meant to
-
ntact-a mercenary named Elias Vane-had given her the route. "He takes healers," he'd told
ded to be
ally, as if listening. Then: movement. From the shadows, a ride
didn't
. A woman-pale, otherworldly
encroft lands," the woma
ied smoothly. "I heard your pr
tudied her.
ong enough
devours tho
met the woman's stare. "Then it's a g
hen the rider t
ky, he'll keep you. If you're not... well.
-
all, Amar
vencro
iet magic. No torches lined its walls, and yet it glowed faintly, as if lit from within.
ed throug
energy she couldn't name. It settled on her ski
she s
a
uin. Dark hair falling over sharp features. Broad-shouldered, wrapped in deep crimson and black, and those
ilence. Low. Rough. U
what you pr
er voice remained calm. "Yo
ow storm. "No one comes here unl
from fear, but from the pull. There was something in him. Something anc
e couldn't
der her cloak. She knew he saw it. Knew
he d
, so close his mouth
Kael murmured, voice velvet over blade