The unnatural glow in the sky did not fade.
It clung to the horizon, swirling like embers caught in a storm, a slow-moving omen that sent a shiver down Caroline’s spine. The capital had been quiet for days, too quiet for a kingdom that had just witnessed a war. And now this—magic moving in the air like a living thing.
She tightened her grip on the railing of the balcony, her gaze locked on the sky.
"It’s her," she murmured.
Ezra didn’t respond immediately, but she felt the tension in his body, the sharp inhale through his nose as he studied the strange glow.
"You don’t know that," he said.
Caroline turned to him, arching a brow. "Don’t I?"
Ezra’s jaw clenched. He did know. He just didn’t want to admit it.
Because if Zenia was behind this, it meant their victory had been an illusion
