Time was breaking.
The air trembled, the edges of reality cracking like thin glass under Rowan’s feet.
And standing at the center of it all—between a mother’s heart and a spear of divine judgment—was Rowan Vale, no longer just a boy.
No longer just a vessel.
A Sovereign. A Seer. A Storm.
Kaelen watched from the edge of this frozen world, arms folded behind his back. His voice, when it came, was colder than Rowan had ever heard it.
“She dies unless you stop it.”
Rowan turned to him. “Then help me.”
Kaelen’s eyes flared with ancient knowing. “I cannot. Not without taking over. And if I do…” His gaze flicked toward Quinn, then Jace. “They won’t survive me.”
“So choose.”
Time Asks for Blood
Rowan stared at the scene—the spear inches from Quinn’s chest, her face caught mid-gasp, her
