The blood moon rose above the black spires that night and turned the snowfield red.
Its light reached through the arched window and lay across the white furs. Far below, Caspian's guards had lit a small fire outside the gate. He still knelt beyond its warmth.
I watched from the divan beside the arched window. The pain had stopped. Even the curse that had hollowed me out for ten years had fallen still.
Lucian refilled my water, returned to his chair and opened his book again.
I had spent ten years listening for the next order outside my door. In Lucian's chamber, the only sounds were the fire and the turn of a page.
I looked at him, then at the blood moon. One breath left my lungs.
My fingers broke into points of silver light. The change moved up my arms and across my chest until my b
