The morning sun didn't bring warmth to Castle Valdren; it only illuminated the dust and the despair.
The castle was a hive of activity, but for Elara, it was a prison where the walls moved closer every day.
She walked with her head down, a basket of clean linens pressed against her hip, trying to make herself invisible.
But her mind was a chaotic mess of silver eyes and a voice that had spoken to her like a human being.
Commander Vaelith.
The memory of his protection was a dangerous drug, one she knew would get her killed if she wasn't careful."
Stop."The voice cracked through the corridor like a whip.
It was sharp, venomous, and instantly recognizable.
Elara's blood ran cold.
Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage.
She froze, along with every
