The sprawling concrete jungle. The city I had spent my entire life avoiding.
I stood on the precipice of the Southern Mountains, the biting wind whipping my hair around my face. Far below, cutting through the dense, sprawling valleys, lay a sea of artificial, glowing amber lights. The human city. It looked like a glittering scar carved into the earth, ignorant of the ancient, primal world bleeding out just beyond its borders.
Never, ever go back to the city.
Aunt Karina’s dying wish hadn't been a command to keep me isolated; it had been a desperate plea to keep me off the board entirely.
She knew that beneath those skyscrapers and paved streets lay the seat of my ancestors' power. The original Blackwood Capital.
"Kaelin paved over it," Elias murmured, stepping up beside me, pulling h
