Rafael dreamed of the King of the Dead. He was certain he dreamed of that hellish court because it was his fate, and he looked for Franz in the ranks of courtiers.
Instead he saw Elizabeth, her hand within that of the dark king.
The sight sent terror through Rafael and he tried to shout a warning.
But there was a loud sound, like something tearing in the core of the world. His view changed and he saw the last stall in Ravensmuir’s stables, the one with the hole in the back wall that led to the realm of the Fae. Brilliant golden light spilled from the hole, but a dark mirror slid across it with lightning speed. When it slammed home, there was no music and no light, and the wall was no more than a wall in a stable.
A portal closed, just as the dark king had forecast.
And his Elizabeth w
