They teleported directly into the Ebony Palace. The dark, marble corridors and the silent, demon servants that roamed them were all too familiar to Iara. Its walls sang to her, as did the Bone Crown and the Ebony Throne. She could run as far as she wanted, but she was always eventually called back.
They welcomed her home now, lulling her back to where they persuaded her she belonged. This calling was only natural — after all, she was…
Shaking off the thought, she stubbornly fought off the cajoling with each step she took further towards the heart of the Ebony Palace.
Seeing the entrance of the Emperor’s Residence through a grand hall and the imperial guards lining its walls, Luc baulked behind her. “Your Highness, I don’t dare.”
Iara glanced back at him and smiled. “Scared? You shouldn
