Chapter 12: The First Confrontation

Lyria’s POV The night was heavy, wet with the scent of rain and smoke from the outer Bloodshield fires that Rowan had set in panic. I stepped silently through the shadows, Kael at my side, the bond between us a low hum vibrating through every fiber of my being. I could smell him before I saw him Rowan, the man who had burned my life, now pacing like a caged predator in the council courtyard. The arrogance was gone from his shoulders. Fear had replaced it. “Are you certain you want this?”...