Grace couldn't breathe.
The stranger stood beside the Shadow King, his face hidden beneath a black hood.
But his eyes were impossible to ignore.
Silver.
Exactly like hers.
For several seconds, Grace simply stared.
Something inside her reacted to his presence.
Not fear.
Recognition.
A strange pull moved through her chest, almost like the feeling she experienced whenever the Moon Crown awakened.
"Who are you?" she asked.
The stranger didn't answer.
The Shadow King smiled.
"Go ahead."
Grace narrowed her eyes.
"Go ahead with what?"
"Ask him."
The stranger slowly lowered his hood.
Grace's heart stopped.
He was young.
Perhaps only a few years older than her.
His features were sharp, but strangely familiar.
The shape of his eyes.
The curve of his jaw.
Even the small scar n
