Chapter 14 – Selis’s Voice
The fire in the hearth cracked low, casting flickering shadows across the chamber walls. Eira sat curled in the cushioned window seat, her knees hugged to her chest as moonlight spilled across the stone floor. Despite the heavy velvet gown and layers of silk, she felt cold.
Ever since the masquerade—and the way Alric had looked at her before he pulled away—something inside her had shifted. She should have felt triumphant, victorious even, to see doubt ripple across the prince’s calm facade. But what she felt instead was far more complicated.
Like guilt. Like fear.
She had dreamt of Selis again.
But it hadn’t been a dream, not really. Not this time.
In the vision, Eira had stood barefoot in a ruined courtyard. The sky above bled crimson. Ivy-choked statues w
