Greyer’s Palace Dungeon
Mark’s Pov
I saw her.
Not the girl we pulled from off the edge of the cliff. Not the resilient survivor who spat blood and adamant refusal to perish when we all doubted her.
I saw her, the way destiny would have seen her from the start. Ancient. Terrible. Beautiful.
Cassie Jones wasn't what I had imagined. She was a lot more.
The instant the magic pulse broke the quiet, Lark and I leaped out of bed simultaneously. My brother's eyes met mine from down the hall — no need for words. That aftershock hadn't been natural. It was primitive, deep-boned, like something older than time itself had just yawned and awakened.
We followed it to the east wing of the palace, to the dungeons, where Kael had seethed since the Blood Moon ritual. The smell of smoke cedar and sha
