Dominic’s pov
The great hall was a graveyard of grey dust and shattered stone.
I knelt in the center of the ruin, my chest heaving, the black mist of my shadow-aura slowly receding back into my skinq. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the haggard, wheezing gasps of the Sun Clan chemist slumped against the far wall.
But I wasn’t looking at Sofia Thorne. I was looking down at the girl in my arms.
Vivian was completely unconscious, her head lying back against my bicep. The violent, terrifying violet light that had turned my Citadel to a war zone was gone, leaving her impossibly pale and fragile. Her skin was ice cold, her white blonde hair clinging to her sweat-dampened forehead. But beneath her pale skin, something has changed.
For the time since my night patrols ha
