Silence swept across the battlefield.
The clash of swords faded.
The cries of soldiers disappeared.
Even the fire consuming the city seemed to lose its voice.
All eyes were fixed on the Blood Sovereign.
Kaelira swayed where she stood, Ronan’s sword still buried in her chest.
A warm trickle of blood slid down the blade and dripped onto the broken stones below.
Ronan’s hands trembled so violently he could barely breathe.
“No…”
His voice cracked.
“No…”
He hadn’t just wounded his Queen.
He had wounded the woman he loved.
With shaking hands, Ronan caught Kaelira before she hit the ground.
“I’m here,” he whispered desperately.
“Stay with me.”
Kaelira looked up at him through blurred vision.
The pain in her chest was unbearable.
But it wasn’t the sword that hurt the most.
It wa
