The whisper echoed through the darkness.
“Kaelira…”
The voice wasn’t threatening.
It was gentle.
Familiar.
Like a lullaby she had heard long ago but could no longer remember.
The silver crown above her head pulsed softly, and the chamber filled with a pale glow.
Everyone reached for their weapons.
Everyone except Kaelira.
She found herself walking toward the center of the prison.
As if something was calling her home.
“Kaelira, stop!”
Ronan’s voice echoed behind her.
She heard him.
But her feet refused to obey.
One step.
Then another.
Until she stood before the shattered throne.
The air shimmered.
Tiny silver lights gathered together, slowly taking the shape of a woman.
She wasn’t completely solid.
She looked as though she had been woven from moonlight itself.
Long sil
