Chapter 8

They brought Vivienne to the crypt in silver chains. She was no longer glowing. Without my blood, she looked exactly like what she was — an ordinary woman in a borrowed dress, wearing a crown that didn't belong to her. Two guards held her arms. She stumbled on the stone steps, her heels catching on the ancient grooves carved into the floor. When she saw my body on the altar, she stopped. "Why is she here?" Vivienne demanded. "This is the royal crypt. She's not royalty. She's not even Solaris." "She...